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			<title>Words Spoken </title>
			<description>Can I ? Can I really deal with this ? Can I look past this and move along ? Why can't things be like they used to ? Why can't I have my old friends back ? Jake , Lacey , Abby and them. I miss them so much. I miss us sharing jokes and just hanging out together , catching up on stuff and just being. ..</description>
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			<title>Nightmares morph into reality </title>
			<description>It's finally happened. I've smashed into the concrete. I can feel my broken bones piercing through my flesh in an attempt to escape my body because they can't even be a part of me anymore. They want out just like I want out of my body right now. The rocky concrete paving is digging into my flesh. I'..</description>
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			<title>Discoveries</title>
			<description>After 2 hours of torture ( doing homework ) I decide to go onto my computer and check my emails or something. I discover that I don't have any emails except spam. I delete everything either way. I check my facebook and see that I have a friend request from Alex from Biology class. I accept and scrol..</description>
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			<title>Division</title>
			<description>The bell rings , ending what seemed to be a torturous and perpetual explanation of Schr&amp;ouml;dinger's Cat and his life. &quot;What the hell , dude ? &quot; , I grab Jake by the arm again before he packs his books into his bag. &quot;You've barely said a word to me&quot; &quot;You're lying&quot; &quot;And that's all you're..</description>
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			<title>Horrible Beginnings </title>
			<description>The start of the end of the end of her world ? </description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>It was in fifth-grade when I sat alone at lunch and everyone was staring me. I ate my lunch in silence in the midst of the laughing and pointing of fingers--at me. I had never been so humiliated in my entire life. During P.E , someone had somehow gained access to my gym bag which I carried e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gosego/1459561/</link>
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			<title>The Use Of Duct-Tape (The Book ) </title>
			<description>. The trek of self discovery and forgiveness. Valerie struggles to forgive herself for the pain she has caused others. She tries everything to earn their trust and forgiveness. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gosego/1459559/</link>
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			<title>The Labyrinth</title>
			<description>Just something I wrote. :) </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gosego/1459554/</link>
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			<title>Please Come Back</title>
			<description>Losing a very close friend to the world. </description>
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			<title>Our 'Saviours'</title>
			<description>Torn asunder by those who claimed to revive us Their promises tossed aside with the morning trash Along with the hopes and dreams of those who fought for this The potency of forced oblivion rich in the air so it burns the eyes Forced blindness Led by those who do not wish to see the whole ..</description>
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			<title>The Use Of Duct-tape</title>
			<description>Many of the things we say are bound to catch up with us. Choose your words wisely.  </description>
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