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		<description>The original writings of author Valerie</description>
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			<title>Is this how it ends?</title>
			<description>I've been thinking a lot latelyAnd I realized..When I was kid, I never got a chance to do what I really wanted to doIt was all because of fear.I tried enrolling in Ballet but after my left leg got sprained, I stopped.I wanted taekwondo but I didn't do it anyway fearing that I might look masculineI w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamnothere/1830712/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye Love,</title>
			<description>Jealousy destroyed meI feel hate for the person I shouldn't hateI feel hate towards you tooI'm not even sure if I still feel the love that I felt before.I'm giving up, I will leave.I'm glad I'm gone...I'm glad I'm farI will never hurt myself just thinking about you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamnothere/1816457/</link>
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			<title>Wrong</title>
			<description>She lives in a world where she gets jealous about something but she doesn't realize that she's also doing the thing she's getting jealous of.What a wrong woman.He does things not to provoke her but as his natural actions, but she gets jealous of it anyways, He doesn't notice that she does the things..</description>
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			<title>Lessons from Professor Heart</title>
			<description>Lesson 1: Your first love won't always be the last and sometimes your first romance is the wrong romance.Lesson 2: After the wrong romance, you will have new standards and you will find someone who reaches those standardsLesson 3: You won't always end up with that someone that reaches your standards..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamnothere/1802102/</link>
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			<title>Jealousy</title>
			<description>It's so disgusting to see you or hear about you&amp;nbsp;but whenever I hear your name being called Or see your face whenever you come by to say hello, it never fails to make my heart beat faster.This is how jealousy makes me feel, disgusted but still in love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamnothere/1792852/</link>
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			<title>We are the girls</title>
			<description>We are the girls who watch our beloved from afarwhile they love someone else that's not usWe are the girls who cry every nightover a broken heart and unfinished love letters torn apartWe are the girls who has our heart brokenby the men who doesn't know how to love backWe are the girls who other guys..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamnothere/1731757/</link>
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			<title>confusion or delusion</title>
			<description>To be attached to you physicallybut to be detached to you emotionallyoh darling you're confusing meThe sweet words you say to meThe way you stroke my face and kiss meIs this a dream or realitybut apart from everything that we're doingand apart from the sweet words you saidmy feelings for you is givi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamnothere/1722201/</link>
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			<title>Why do we argue</title>
			<description>I want you to talk me out of suicide,I want to live but I'm desperate to die,My soul has been callousedMy heart has been locked away.Killing myself if the only thing in my mind right nowI want to believe that I'm strongthat I'm not weak to succumb to deathBut all I can see now is my life after my la..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamnothere/1667728/</link>
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			<title>Pain.</title>
			<description>You say you love me,But you cry and run away.Tell me..what are we?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iamnothere/1662624/</link>
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			<title>Senses</title>
			<description>Do you feel the wind as it kiss your face?Do you feel the grass brush on your leg?How about the butterflies that flutters by you?Everything you feel...does it make you happy?Do you cry because you can't feel anymore?Did your heart close along with your senses?Why do I see such cruelty in your eyes....</description>
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