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			<title>My Love</title>
			<description>My love,Ignore their cutting words.Ignore their envious, icy words.For they are merely jealous,That the Lord has not yet blessed them with a love like ours.My love,Please don't worry.We will see each other when you get back.By the time we are in each others arms again, it will feel like seconds that..</description>
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			<title>Like A Broken Watch</title>
			<description>It's funny how time seems to tease.And it doesn't matter if I beg,or how many times I say please.I love him, I love him.He loves me.But the light is getting dim, and we're losing.So I guess someday soon, we'll have to say goodbye.That moving truck will pull up to your house,And steal tears from my e..</description>
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			<title>R i s k</title>
			<description>I see your face,My day is made.You talk to me,All my problems fade.People warn me,I'll only get hurt,He only want's one thing.But I can't help but think,That they only know what they hear.Because even though I share these doubts,I don't feel any fear.Your arms seem like my escape.And it feels like y..</description>
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			<title>An Addictive Kind of Love</title>
			<description>I see your twinkling eyes, that draw me in like an addiction.&quot;What if's&quot; swim around me,A constant reminder of what I have to pursue.You and I together: It feels like a mission.I feel like I must accomplish it or I will die.I feel like I know you better than anyone,yet we have barely spoken words.Yo..</description>
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			<title>Forgive and Forget</title>
			<description>I still don't know what happened,After all of these years.We may have parted because of time,or because of just the fear.You hurt me oh so many times,But I continued to confine.Do you realize how many times,I let you cross the line?I gritted my teeth,because the good times were worth it.Those times ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BeckyatHeart/574121/</link>
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			<title>identity</title>
			<description>Freshman in High School; We're Terrified.</description>
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