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			<title>Judgers</title>
			<description>Being judged is what keeps people unjudgedFrom the day you came to lifeThe day of your birthThat day when you come out to the outside worldThey pull you to see how you really look like,They look at you with their eyesSome stare at you and gazeYou have been checked from the first minutes in your new ..</description>
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			<title>Untrusting</title>
			<description>It's an absured way to start over again&amp;nbsp;Where you find yourselfCoverred with lies will tight on you&amp;nbsp;Just to keep in mind you ain't that person&amp;nbsp;You claim to be&amp;nbsp;Every breath you take is an other way to lie moreThere is no sucha place for honest people&amp;nbsp;Untrusting is the only wa..</description>
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			<title>Un clin d&amp;rsquo;&amp;oelig;il de mon autobiographie</title>
			<description>Je ne savais plus qui suis-je&amp;nbsp;? &amp;nbsp;Ma t&amp;ecirc;te est grosse de fatigues, de souffrances,de d&amp;eacute;sillusions, elle est lourde de&amp;nbsp;d&amp;eacute;faites et de trop de d&amp;eacute;parts, qu&amp;rsquo;est-ce que donc la vie humaine sinonun collier de blessures que l&amp;rsquo;on passe autour du d&amp;ea..</description>
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			<title>L'autobiographie d'un Ipod Suffle</title>
			<description>Le p&amp;eacute;riple d&amp;rsquo;innovation A l&amp;rsquo;usine&amp;nbsp; fabuleuse d&amp;rsquo;Appelleen Californie&amp;nbsp;:J&amp;rsquo;ose observer cequi m&amp;rsquo;entoure d&amp;egrave;s&amp;nbsp; mon r&amp;eacute;veille dedans unpaquet fabuleux o&amp;ugrave; j&amp;rsquo;ai &amp;nbsp;eu rencontr&amp;eacute; mafamille color&amp;eacute;.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raymonda/1405956/</link>
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			<title>DeathDay</title>
			<description>It a new&amp;nbsp; beginning to a fresh star,It's a new day and anew me,It's a definite aging to a life lived ,how is it like celebrating your aging?Probably your aging isn't related to your maturity,Perhaps all the years passed away and the incoming one's,Can shade a down blaze packing a cottage to spr..</description>
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			<title>Le meurtrier</title>
			<description>On ne sait pas pourquoi il a caus&amp;eacute; ces soucis &amp;agrave; ces proches ?On ne sait m&amp;ecirc;me pas comment il a pris le courage pour faire comme ceci &amp;agrave; eux ?On ne sait peut pas lui faire confiance apr&amp;egrave;s tout ce qu'il avait fait et il l'auraPouvez-vous imaginer avec moi cette trag&amp;eac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raymonda/1402468/</link>
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			<title>unchangeable</title>
			<description>Like the wind she keeps running away ,Like the flower you can sense her smell ,Like the rain she keeps crying ,Like a bird she keeps singing her own songs,Like a butterfly she is lost in the middle of no where,What a circle!Like a book she have many pages which haven't been discovered yet,Like a pie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raymonda/1402467/</link>
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			<title>The Golden World</title>
			<description>How crucial is the world we are living in,Seeing things and ignoring it,People cry, others laugh, between both we are lost.A golden spirit is what's needed ,A lighted soul is what's missed,Perhaps it's not fair to miss what you give up,Or maybe it's better to extend a clear vision.What's worse than ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raymonda/1402464/</link>
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			<title>The emptiness</title>
			<description>There are times when you are out of every thing,Desn't&amp;nbsp; that happen to you&amp;nbsp; ,when you&amp;nbsp; take a pen&amp;nbsp; and nothing&amp;nbsp; comes outYou are out of&amp;nbsp; ideas , words and&amp;nbsp; every thing ,Is That making as meanless persons ?Is there a way to avoid itNo words comes to my mind ;i'm out..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raymonda/1402461/</link>
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			<title>The watcher</title>
			<description>What a wonderful moment ,that moment when you stop doing anythingTo just watch what goes around you ,you may establish&amp;nbsp; strange strong feelings ,It doesn't matter if it is meanful or not ,You are just&amp;nbsp; lucky to live that particular&amp;nbsp; moment&amp;nbsp; with your glarious emotions,I watch to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raymonda/1402457/</link>
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			<title>Day by Day</title>
			<description>Happy day in the darkTeachers who smakDoesn't let you playBut force you to stayTeach you what they likeAnd let you cry all the timeyou have figure out the keyBut you have to go to peeWould they help youInsted of ordering youGo to school and refer backYou find your self like you go like backSo try ha..</description>
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