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			<title>drawn to you</title>
			<description>i love someone and it's a very bad idea.</description>
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			<title>Not Otherwise Specified</title>
			<description>this one hurt to write.</description>
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			<title>in die geheue van die jagter</title>
			<description>Today is the anniversary of a close friend's suicide. This poem isn't good. At all. And I know that. It's just the only way I can work through my emotions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jzdroje1/1431079/</link>
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			<title>Great Barrington</title>
			<description>An ex boyfriend of mine decided he would try and make me hate myself recently. This was me taking back the control I had lost.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jzdroje1/1430516/</link>
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			<title>skin and bones</title>
			<description>I almost dropped out of college last year after relapsing to an eating disorder and a brief but horrible plague of suicidal thoughts. I wrote this poem for a school psychologist, who saved my life. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jzdroje1/1430511/</link>
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			<title>Slow burn</title>
			<description>&quot;I've made my peace, I'm dead, I'm done, I'll watch you live to have my fun.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jzdroje1/1430296/</link>
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			<title>pseudoscience</title>
			<description>he was never mine, and he'll never know that he broke my heart.</description>
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