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			<title>she</title>
			<description>She, is the one who gets angry and upset about the fact that people are supposedly not appreciative enough of her.She, is also the one who sits there and tells her children they aren't allowed to go to her with their problems because she simply &quot;can't handle it&quot;.Tired of seeing empty bottles of hard..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immipearce/1548611/</link>
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			<title>manipulation</title>
			<description>I sat down with her, on many occasions, and she told me her story.I remember watching as she spilled the things she'd been feeling in her stomach,the things she'd been thinking in her head for all the years I thought I'd known her for.&amp;nbsp;Through conversations, I listened and I feel like not much ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immipearce/1548596/</link>
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			<title>how to feel</title>
			<description>And I'm getting bad again.There was once a time when I thought everything would go away,all these feelings I have.I'm content, though.&amp;nbsp;I'm content with the way I feel now, it's no longer new to me.Maybe I'll always feel like this, maybe I won't.But I'm coming to terms with the reality of my fee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/immipearce/1498288/</link>
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			<title>her</title>
			<description>And there I sat,&amp;nbsp;with nothing but a mere laptop screenradiating light&amp;nbsp;towards my once full now empty, swollen&amp;nbsp;eyes.I tried to contain myself, but how can you?How can you contain the anguish and despair,the anguish and despair you feel every night you sit alone with only thoughts,thoug..</description>
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