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			<title>Loving you </title>
			<description>I never had the time to grieve over my last love 2 years later, I decided to let my heart pour it out. </description>
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			<title>Small things </title>
			<description>I was always told that if you accidently put your clothes on backwards that meant good luck will come to you. That if you make wish at 11:11, all your dreams will come true. If you catch a shooting star, quick make a wish, before the star disappears too. I was once told that all the white marks on t..</description>
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			<title>Forever and Always </title>
			<description>10/11/18I remember when you told me, you can be friends with your ex&amp;rsquo;s. I looked at you with an arched brow and told you it was impossible. And you chuckled. Its impossible, Because it will remind me that you were never meant to be mine. Your shining blue eyes, Your laugh, And your hugs would ..</description>
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			<title>Smile </title>
			<description>I plastered a smile onmy face, even when I knew I wasn&amp;rsquo;t okay. But in this society, that&amp;rsquo;swhat us women do, right. We plastered this stupidlooking smile on our face, Letting the world knowthat we are the happiest people on Earth.The..</description>
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			<title>Unknown</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s like he took aknife and stabbed her in the heart a million times. He laughed at every dropof blood.He twisted her meaningof love and turned it into hate. He left when he was supposedto stay. He left&amp;hellip;And that&amp;rsquo;s when s..</description>
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			<title>Because I am a girl..</title>
			<description>I am a liar. I lie about how I feel, Even though everyword&amp;amp; emotion is spilled on paper.I lie about the tearsthat roll down my face, Because I like tobelieve that I am hurt. I lie about the stories,Because I find itinteresting in ..</description>
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			<title>13. Max</title>
			<description>13. Max&amp;ldquo;Whoah what&amp;rsquo;s going on?&amp;rdquo; I shot up out of my seat, looking over their shoulders. &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s waking up.&amp;rdquo; We watched as her body remained still, her heart rate was back to normal. &amp;ldquo;This is a miracle. She&amp;rsquo;s fighting it.&amp;rdquo; Everyone started to cheer..</description>
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			<title>12. Sarah</title>
			<description>12. Sarah	I couldn&amp;rsquo;t breath, even if I wanted too. Everything felt closed in, as if I was suffocating. &amp;nbsp;How do I make this stop? I feel like I&amp;rsquo;m going to die. No one wants you. You&amp;rsquo;re better off gone. Not you again. This is all my fault&amp;hellip; I froze, &amp;ldquo;Max..&amp;rdquo; I k..</description>
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			<title>11. Max</title>
			<description>11. MaxI got out the taxi and ran to the front desk, &amp;ldquo;Which room is Sarah Woods in?&amp;rdquo; the receptionist looked up her name in the computer, &amp;ldquo;Sir, she is not suppose to have any vistors, family members only.&amp;rdquo; I can&amp;rsquo;t believe she&amp;rsquo;s telling me this, &amp;ldquo;ma&amp;rsquo;am ..</description>
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			<title>10. Sarah</title>
			<description>10. SarahI overheard my mom talking to someone, could it have possible been Max? I want to believe it was him, but how did he manage to find where I lived? How did he manage to even come here? Your so selfish, I can&amp;rsquo;t even believe I went for a girl like you. Oh god please not this again, don&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>9. Max</title>
			<description>9. Max12 hours later and I&amp;rsquo;m finally here. I keep trying to call her, yet I don&amp;rsquo;t know why. I knew she wasn&amp;rsquo;t able to answer. Why did I have to be so mean, she didn&amp;rsquo;t deserve it. She doesn&amp;rsquo;t deserve me, not one bit. I kept pacing back and forth wondering, &amp;ldquo;Is she ..</description>
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			<title>8. Sarah</title>
			<description>8. SarahWhat was going on? I kept feeling a shock throughout my body, something was not right. One minute, I was feeling trapped. The next minute, I felt relieved. All I keep thinking about is am I still alive? Are my parents even there? Does Max even know? Honestly I don&amp;rsquo;t think he even cares..</description>
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			<title>7. Sarah's Mom</title>
			<description>7. Sarah&amp;rsquo;s MomBEEP, BEEP, BEEP... What was that? I looked up at the monitor, her heartbeat was going down, oh no no no, &amp;ldquo;DOCTOR, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP MY DAUGHTER! HER HEART! ITS GOING DOWN!&amp;rdquo; A whole staff came rushing in, they all worked so fast, I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what was going o..</description>
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			<title>6. Sarah</title>
			<description>6. Sarah	&amp;ldquo;You are worthless.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;Who&amp;rsquo;s out there?&amp;rdquo; My heart was pounding, everything was distant, quiet, and lonely. &amp;ldquo;You don&amp;rsquo;t deserve him, you don&amp;rsquo;t deserve anyone.&amp;rdquo; I kept looking around, what&amp;rsquo;s going on, where am I? &amp;ldquo;Its ALL your fa..</description>
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			<title>5. Sarah's Mom</title>
			<description>5. Sarah&amp;rsquo;s MomI almost lost her. I almost lost my daughter, my everything. How could I have let this happen. I never imagined seeing her in a hospital bed. Looking at her she had so many bruises and cuts. She was damaged. I held her hand so tightly, I noticed a shirt wrapped around her wrists...</description>
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			<title>4. Max</title>
			<description>4. MaxThere was no use in me staying here at home, I needed to go to her. Something tell me that this was all my fault. It had to have been my fault&amp;hellip; I quickly grabbed my computer, bought a ticket to California and started to pack. My mom passed my room, looked at me and just nodded. &amp;ldquo;I..</description>
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			<title>3. Sarah</title>
			<description>3. Sarah	&amp;ldquo;Its all your fault.&amp;rdquo; My fault, how is it my fault, please tell me. &amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s many reason into why this is your fault.&amp;rdquo; Just hearing those four words, makes my heart want to pop, I just wanted to curl up into a ball, I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what to do. I didn&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<title>2. Max</title>
			<description>continued on from the 1. Sarah</description>
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			<title>To You</title>
			<description>You know its funny you may sit there telling me all about the law,How we are suppose to fix the problem before we let it ends.&amp;nbsp;Now let me tell you this,&amp;nbsp;You should have spoke to me that night when he left,&amp;nbsp;But you didnt,&amp;nbsp;You went ahead and believed in his story and stuc..</description>
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			<title>6/29/17</title>
			<description>6/29/2017Its been a month without you and I&amp;rsquo;ve never felt more free.Before I felt as if I lived under water,&amp;nbsp;As if i couldn&amp;rsquo;t breath,&amp;nbsp;As if this life was nothing to me.&amp;nbsp;The day you entered my life,It felt like hell, I didn&amp;rsquo;t know you,&amp;nbsp;I felt as i..</description>
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			<title>Screw up</title>
			<description>10/15Dear you,I made a mistake, i know I did. But im trying to make up for it. And no matter how nice im trying to be. It just seems like you dont care. Like I get I hurt your feelings, and Im sorry. If I could stand on top of a building and scream how sorry I am, I would. I was selfish and naiive. ..</description>
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			<title>1. Sarah</title>
			<description>1. Sarah	So much anger is built within, I just dont know how to control it. How could he blame me for everything? Why me? What did I ever do? I have this urge, this urge to scream. I love him so much, but how could he blame the one he loves the most? How could he assume that I don&amp;rsquo;t miss him. ..</description>
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			<title>Room 202</title>
			<description>I started thinking about this story when I was driving. You know for a while I have lost my creativity, but every since I took this play write and screen writing class, I slowly found my </description>
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			<title>A Letter From Me to You</title>
			<description>Unforgotten Letter...If someone were to come up to me and ask why did I fall in love with a guy like him? It wasn&amp;rsquo;t his looks that got my attention, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t that he had money or not.&amp;nbsp;No, it was his heart. Even though we did end things pretty bad. I do want him to know to keep that..</description>
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			<title>Can This All Be A Dream?</title>
			<description>Sometimes you may never forget that one person that meant the world to you, no matter how hard you try. </description>
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			<title>He may never know.. </title>
			<description>He may never know that I miss seeing him everyday.I miss seeing the way his eyes use to light up. The way he got excited. He may never know that I missed the way he took care of me. All my life I&amp;rsquo;ve been taking care of myself, that it was nice to have someone there for me when I needed them th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suvada_s/1642004/</link>
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			<title>Permanent Scar </title>
			<description>Who knew I would consider myself a heart breaker? A heartbreaker to the one I loved, but was too afraid to let him in. Every day I live in a shell, afraid. Afraid of all the mistakes, regrets, past, present, future.. I&amp;rsquo;ve been broken, used, left out, cut off. Sometimes you wonder why I push ev..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suvada_s/1556389/</link>
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			<title>Is it best to let go or move on...</title>
			<description>She&amp;rsquo;s just girl.She loves to have her life on the lowkey.She loves to be everyone&amp;rsquo;s hero.She would go to the ends of the world for anyone without any returns. She shows little actions to show them, that she cares. But I guess they were blind enough to see who&amp;rsquo;s really there. Honest..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suvada_s/1512581/</link>
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			<title>Can You Stop Already?</title>
			<description>CAN YOU STOP ALREADY?!Can you look at yourself in the mirror?And tell me what you see inside and out. No, you can&amp;rsquo;t. Too many people have convinced you of what you are,but really none of it, is true. You say,You&amp;rsquo;re not wanted,not loved,not cared for.You sayyou&amp;rsquo;re ugly,worthless,inv..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suvada_s/1494556/</link>
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			<title>Is it time?</title>
			<description>Is it time to move on?Is it time to push away all the memories we had,all the laughters we shared,all the smiles we exchanged.Is it time to move on?Is it time to stop caring,loving,hurting,worrying.Is it time to let you drift away from me?You were my other half,my best friend.You were the easiest to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suvada_s/1488719/</link>
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			<title>Be found </title>
			<description>We sometimes think    We want to disappearBut all we really want is          To be found.</description>
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			<title>Is It? </title>
			<description>Is it wrong for her to feel the need to curl up next to him and hope that all her nightmares will just go away? Is it wrong for her to remember his touch?Is it wrong for her to remember his smile, his laugh?Is it wrong for her to remember the beating of his heart?Is it wrong for her to want to be cl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suvada_s/1477241/</link>
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			<title>Unknown..</title>
			<description>For someone that I truly do care for </description>
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			<title>But I had too</title>
			<description>Just had a few things running through my head please comment for any tips or advice I hope you guys enjoy it :)</description>
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			<title>Hello to the dark</title>
			<description>I randomly searched up a topic on google and I just kind of put something together please let me know how it turned out, enjoy:)</description>
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			<title>Why Me?</title>
			<description>There's a hidden feelinga dark, cold, stabbing feelingKills me inside to knowWhat it really is.Why me though?&amp;nbsp;I feel angry and upsetWhen I close my eyesI see visions that terrify me.I can't sleepeven if I do,&amp;nbsp;Its mystery dreamsleave me clueless.Can it go away?&amp;nbsp;So this horrible shadowc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/suvada_s/1464070/</link>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>The moment I realized my best friend was slowly slipping away from me and she didnt even realize it until it was too late. </description>
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			<title>Help me !</title>
			<description>I wrote this for a friend who was struggling with life </description>
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			<title>Running Away</title>
			<description>Those moments where you just can't take it </description>
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			<title>Nightmares</title>
			<description>In my room,&amp;nbsp;on my bed,&amp;nbsp;I closed my eyes,&amp;nbsp;hidden in the darkness,&amp;nbsp;hoping for just peace.I felt a rush of wind,&amp;nbsp;I opened my eyes,&amp;nbsp;startled.I was surrounded by trees,&amp;nbsp;staring at the dark sky,&amp;nbsp;I got up quickly.My bed!&amp;nbsp;My room!&amp;nbsp;All gone.&amp;nbsp;I was outsid..</description>
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			<title>Unknown</title>
			<description>The sky is dark,&amp;nbsp;the moon is shinning bright,&amp;nbsp;the howl is nice and loud,&amp;nbsp;the wind is cold and dark,&amp;nbsp;I walked into the path of trees.I hear a whisper,&amp;nbsp;I turn around.I took a deep breath,&amp;nbsp;turned my back,&amp;nbsp;and continued walking again.I hear the whisper again,&amp;nbsp;it w..</description>
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			<title>My Fight </title>
			<description>I have times where I get shut out, pushed away, judged, mistreated, used, and even forgotten and sometimes I just needed to learn how to fight back and be strong independently </description>
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			<title>Hidden Shadows </title>
			<description>My mind can just be full of dark shadows that it can just take over my mind </description>
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			<title>What If</title>
			<description>At times I can be afraid to try and just go for it but sometimes I'm afraid of the outcomes</description>
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			<title>An Unforgettable Dream </title>
			<description>An Unforgettable Dream&amp;hellip;Have you ever wondered what its like to be in the arms of someone you love,Someone that makes you happy,Someone that makes you laugh,Someone that heals all your scars and fears,Someone who&amp;rsquo;s willing to catch you, when you fall.A beautiful dream.Dancing under the s..</description>
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			<title>Damaged</title>
			<description>She always dreamed for a perfect family growing up, 						yet she dreamed for a lot of things. 					yelling,					screaming,							shouting,		but she didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be afraid either. Home never felt like home to her. 	but why?		Why did it have to be like that?Always had the fear of going home,	..</description>
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			<title>My Secret Place</title>
			<description>My Secret Place..Far, far away from hereOut into the darkness,through the woods,into a magicaland new world.My world. Quiet,BrightBeautiful. My getaway....The soft grass that brushes against my skin,The leaves that fall from above,softly hitting the ground.The rivers that surround the woods,The way ..</description>
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			<title>Superhero</title>
			<description>This story I recently wrote about a friend. I guess we both caught feelings and sometimes I really wish it didn't cause now its like we're both stuck in a hole. </description>
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