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			<title>Years </title>
			<description>It's hard for me to see youliving the way that I should haveyou spend your days studying and breathing and living&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;envy you so much for thatI wanted to have a high school sweetheartand a group of friends that I held dearI had scratchy thin white hospital blanketsthe type that barely ever ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/2052118/</link>
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			<title>realization</title>
			<description>thoughts of my recovery</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/1836601/</link>
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			<title>voice of a cherub angel</title>
			<description>it hums softlyand sings of baby teeth and lacechillingly down my spineyour voice mimics a crying angellooking down at us alldon't we all want to be savedby the daring angels&amp;nbsp;and perverted mendancing in the cloudslooking down humbly at the ones belowsufferinglossdeathlifeits all the same in the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/1672936/</link>
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			<title>body</title>
			<description>all these years you've treated your body as a way ina way to feel things and receiving things.you craved the feeling of touchand cold pillsa simple text and suddenly it's not him who's using youyou're using yourselfletting yourself be abused over and over in order to feel somethingyou wanted so much..</description>
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			<title>fragile</title>
			<description>I used to tear open my skinand burn it until i could finally feel somethingisolationstarvationlonelinessregretmy hair constantly smelled of smoke&amp;nbsp;and as months went bythe strands became as fragile and weak as i am</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/1544105/</link>
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			<title>high</title>
			<description>you're like the ending of a wonderful highor a drunken nightit all ends with me feeling like death has wonflowing out of my mouthand into my bathroom toilet&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/1488633/</link>
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			<title>opening up </title>
			<description>they tell me to open up moreI release my feelings with a bladepeople run away from me faster than i can blinkthey tell me to keep more to myself</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/1488631/</link>
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			<title>touch</title>
			<description>when is the last time you felt joyor loved the feeling of another's &amp;nbsp;touchyou flinch away from every emotion thrown at yousadness lives inside of youits built a homeyou wish it would move out,&amp;nbsp;or maybe just pay the f*****g rent</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/1430480/</link>
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			<title>tiny bag of happiness</title>
			<description>It's November nowthis time last year you were at football gamesor at parties making a fool out of yourselfmonth from now last year things slipyou get ahold of your worst enemyyou get handed a bag full of happinessfriends fadeyour money is leaving quickyyour bag is getting emptyyour mind is blankyou ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/1430472/</link>
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			<title>ice</title>
			<description>what if i jumped up and ran away right nowsprinted down the streetsfeeling like fire and ice at the same damn time&amp;nbsp;and I do not even know how that is possiblebut would you come after meif i ran all to way to Washington state, or Delaware,&amp;nbsp;or maybe even f*****g Canadato make me surrender wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/1430467/</link>
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			<title>seasons</title>
			<description>did you find something better?was i just something to make the time go by faster&amp;nbsp;like the reoccurring seasonsor maybe i was something you usedto get your mind off of the tragedy and painbecause every time you would look at mei would feel like i was four years old againrunning down my dirt road ..</description>
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			<title>.</title>
			<description>beauty rushes out from your pores with every lash you takenobody tries to stop you anymoreyou have two suicide attempts and a loving familyyou spend long days in bed</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rachelnunley/1425764/</link>
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			<title>tire swing </title>
			<description>you remind me of treesi love you so much it hurtsand i won't let anyone chop you downand i want to swing on your long welcoming branchesin a tire swing in four in the afternoonbut does that mean that i cannot hang myself&amp;nbsp;in your arms that same night?don't you see that i love you so, so muchplea..</description>
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