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			<title>The Journey(thoughts in my head)</title>
			<description>1. This is a journey I MUST do.2. This is where I was MEANT to be. No where else.3. I will find the strength. It will be daunting.4. So close but so far. It's beauty calling my name.5. I must quicken the pace. For I must be the ONLY one to the top.6. LOOK at me. NOTHING can stop me now. NOTHING.7. A..</description>
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			<title>Warrior Mom</title>
			<description>My life. My kid. Brief paragraphs.</description>
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			<title>ONE YEAR...38 WORDS</title>
			<description>This is not really a poem. I am 38 years old...and I wrote down 38 words to describe my life. That is all.</description>
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			<title>PREY</title>
			<description>PREY&amp;nbsp;He saw her all aloneShe was one of his many numbersShe would be the next victimHe would possess herObsess herShe wanted to screamShe wanted to runShe was helpless. AloneHe would violate herTo him it was funIt is overHe is doneI do..</description>
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			<title>Forever</title>
			<description>FOREVER&amp;nbsp;I often think about youWondering where you areAre you here?Are you there?Near or far?Are you happy or sad?Angry or mad?Are you alone or with others?Loved ones perhaps?Do you ever think of me?Do I ever cross your thoughts?Then I sto..</description>
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			<title>Mini Soap Opera Idea</title>
			<description>I recently wrote this idea for an online production company I am a part of.(1 episode-5 minutes long) Curious for any thoughts?</description>
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			<title>Thief</title>
			<description>She had eyes that were big and beautiful, but full of mystery. She had a smile that was equally big. The smile I could tell, meant that she had been around and knew how to work herself out of a situation. She had beauty, but not American classic beauty...more European.&amp;nbsp;A personality that could ..</description>
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			<title>Waiting</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;WAITING&amp;nbsp;It seems like forever since you went awayI waited by phone, the door&amp;hellip;day after dayEven a letter&amp;hellip;any old wayI was desperate for confirmationWhether by voice or by handThat no matter the situationWe would be together&amp;hellip;never..</description>
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			<title>Desperate</title>
			<description>DESPERATE&amp;nbsp;Their eyes meetThat feeling. It radiates.They feel the intense heatCloser&amp;hellip;CloserTheir bodies pressed against each otherKisses. On the lips. On her breastHis cheek. His neckUp and down his bare chestHe lusts for herGive him just th..</description>
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			<title>Wind</title>
			<description>WIND &amp;nbsp;I can hear the Wind blowingI&amp;rsquo;m lonely and afraid all the timeI remember how you used to touch meYour eyes sparkled and shinedThey were so beautiful and brightLove. I wanted so hard for you to believeSo much timeSomething is missing from their ..</description>
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