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			<title>New Beginnings Aren't So Simple. </title>
			<description>I packed my things into my small backpack, as much of my necessities that I could possibly fit. I didn't know what I'd need, but I brought the basics. Blanket, clothes, money. Some food, my teddy bear. Yes my teddy bear, a special bear my aunt gave me when I was only one. Amongst other junk. I threw..</description>
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			<title>Love meets no limits. </title>
			<description>I relived the memory in my head as I did every night...I laid defenseless on the street across from her, blood soaking my shirt. I watched as he withdrew his gun, and smiled towards me, while looking back at her. She stood there shaking, eyes wide. He pulled the trigger, gun aimed towards her. She l..</description>
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			<title>tgegewg</title>
			<description>I show my love not through words spoken by the voice,but words written on paper. Forgive me please, if I may not speak what I feel,but understand this, that I care for you. Words written from the soul I find to be more meaningful then those said aloud.Take this paper, read it to yourself.See the mea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/713014/</link>
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			<title>Guilty Conscience.</title>
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			<title>I Love You.</title>
			<description>I Love You. It's such a strong sentence.Once you say it, it's either a new beginning, or the end of the world.I don't know which it is for me. I'm not really fond of that sentence, I love you. I rather be told 'I love you.' on my wedding day. Not annually by my boyfriend of girlfriend.Yes it's nice ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/679443/</link>
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			<title>Pressure. </title>
			<description>Pressure.I feel pressured when I'm around you.I don't know why, because your one of the people I can be myself the most around. But I feel so pressured.. I feel like I have to do things I don't want to, I'm under so much pressure.I'm especially pressured now that we've kissed. I feel so nervous, tha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/674027/</link>
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			<title>Untitled.</title>
			<description>You smile, you laugh. Your eyes twinkle with joy. You say your life is perfect, and that nothing can go wrong. No one's ever seen you cry, nor do you often. Your a good student at school, you have many friends. Your smile so true, not a doubt in anyone's head that something may be wrong.But what no ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/674019/</link>
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			<title>Some Secrets Are Better Left Unsaid&amp;hearts; </title>
			<description>Ever wake up way earlier then&amp;nbsp;whoever's&amp;nbsp;house your sleeping over? Yeah. Me too.&amp;nbsp;- - -I woke up to truly the most beautiful girl in the world. Miranda. I studied her as she slept. The covers were on the floor exposing her in her small shorts and shirt without a bra underneath. Her shor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/673137/</link>
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			<title>Some Secrets Are Better Left Unsaid&amp;hearts;</title>
			<description>I walked into the music room to be greeted by no other then, Jake. &quot;Hey punk, going to try to have another failed attempt at 'fighting for Miranda'?&quot; I rolled my eyes walking away. I sat down in the back of the music room by myself playing my guitar. The teacher quite frankly doesn't care what we do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/671530/</link>
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			<title>Some Secrets Are Better Left Unsaid&amp;hearts;</title>
			<description>Chapter Three: You hurt her and I&amp;rsquo;ll hurt you.Dear Journal,A week has gone by since Miranda and Jake first started dating, I don&amp;rsquo;t trust him at all. The way he looks at other girls, his reputation around school. I just hate to see her get hurt, so I plan on talking to him tomorrow...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/671522/</link>
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			<title>Some Secrets Are Better Left Unsaid&amp;hearts;</title>
			<description>Chapter Two: To close for comfort buddy. I smiled as I saw Miranda at her locker the next day, yet my smile soon faded as a saw a boy leaned up against the wall talking to her. I casually walked over to them, &amp;ldquo;Hey Miranda!&amp;rdquo; She looked away from the boy smiling towards me. &amp;ldquo;Hey Al..</description>
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			<title>Some Secrets Are Better Left Unsaid&amp;hearts;</title>
			<description>Some Secrets Aren't Meant To Be Said &amp;hearts; Chapter One: A dream that will never come true.I smiled to myself as I saw her walk towards me.She smiled her perfect smile, her teeth so white I swear they shined.Her long light brown hair bounced as she walked, the waves in her hair moving freely. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/671483/</link>
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			<title>Some Secrets Are Better Left Unsaid&amp;hearts; </title>
			<description>A girl who has a crush on her best friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/671163/</link>
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			<title>Where I'm From.</title>
			<description>Where I'm FromI'm from roses laid on graves, of those who we love whose lives were taken away. From silver sharp knives being used the wrong way. I'm from teens influenced by their peers led onto the wrong path.I'm from a generation of drop-outs and kids who join gangs. From a small town neglected a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/670959/</link>
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			<title>Untitled. </title>
			<description>Why do I find my mind wandering off into the past,thinking of memories that I dearly wish weren't memories..If I could I'd change back time, spend my summer in your arms.But it's all to late, what's done is done.The past is a set in stone, and I'm out of luck at the moment. But the future is a myste..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/635509/</link>
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			<title>- I Want To Mean Something To You&amp;hearts;</title>
			<description>I want to be the melody in your head&amp;amp; the song you sing.I want to be your heroine; boy I want to be your addiction&amp;hearts;I want to </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/613567/</link>
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			<title>- I'm A Little Not Over You&amp;hearts;</title>
			<description>I'm a little not over you&amp;hearts;When I see your picture; I can't help but smile. When I talk to you I feel like old times. I get that warm fuzzy feeling; that I can't ignore.I feel happy for some odd reason- even if I was sad before.I remember the kisses I gave you- the long hugs I adore from you&amp;h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/612596/</link>
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			<title>Afraid.</title>
			<description>I titled the poem Afraid because my greatest fear, a fear we might all share..is to be alone..</description>
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			<title>ColorMeDeadly.</title>
			<description>I got the Title idea from my friend &amp; the poem idea from editing the photo I put as the poem picture .. It kind of sucks but whatever ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/602021/</link>
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			<title>-____________________________-</title>
			<description>Lakewood Academy- Werewolf 
Sacred Heart Academy - Vampire
                - Wizard Raven [ Team ]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/600152/</link>
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			<title>No Title.</title>
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			<title>What if I were a boy? </title>
			<description>If I were a boy would that change anything?&amp;nbsp;Maybe I'd have more friends; because all of mine seem to be fading away..&amp;nbsp;Moving- or just leaving me..&amp;nbsp;If I were a boy, maybe a different me..Maybe just maybe they'd stop&amp;nbsp;leaving me..&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I might actually find a boyfriend; girlf..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/598381/</link>
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			<title>In A House Of Mirrors- There's No Escape. </title>
			<description>This is more of a short story vs. being a poem. It's kind of really confusing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/595627/</link>
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			<title>I'm Not Alone- Neither Are You.</title>
			<description>I hurt myself on the outside to try to put an end to the pain I feel inside.Of course it doesn't work, and I end up left with scars of another reminder that I'm a failure. Yet another attempt leaves me with another scar- another reminder of a failed attempt at feeling better. Something I find almost..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/595308/</link>
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			<title>Untitled.</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Miss, can you please put your seatbelt on? We&amp;rsquo;ll be landing soon.&amp;rdquo; I forced a polite smile and did as I was told. The flight attendant walked away to bother other people about their seatbelts.  I looked out the airplane window, it was night, and the sky was pitch blank. I couldn&amp;r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/595229/</link>
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			<title>Memories Fade- Photographs Are Forever. </title>
			<description>Memories may fade as time flies by,but photographs are forever.We can treasure them as long as we'd like.My memories of you start to fade, yet every time I look at our pictures it all comes back to me again.&amp;nbsp;Each moment we shared-&amp;nbsp; each time our lips meet each other for yet another romanti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/591338/</link>
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			<title> New Beginnings Aren't So Simple.</title>
			<description>The heavy rain started to dim to a light drizzle. The sun wasn't up yet, and the skies were gray, filled with rain clouds. I was so tired, I couldn't move another step. &amp;nbsp;After walking aimlessly, I honestly had no clue where I was. It was still dark, so I'm assuming it wasn't around 6am yet. I w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/590581/</link>
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			<title>Impulse.</title>
			<description>We were in each others arms on your couch,it was such a perfect moment.Us together. alone.Everything was perfect.I asked if I kissed you, what would you do?You shrugged, so I smiled.I kissed you, and you kissed back.The moment was perfect.- - -It was all to perfect to be true,so ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/590526/</link>
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			<title> New Beginnings Aren't So Simple. </title>
			<description>Chapter One .</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/583090/</link>
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			<title> New Beginnings Aren't So Simple. </title>
			<description>When someone dies, we think of it to be the end of the world.
Yet it's only a new beginning, not a very simple one to cope with.
After all the tears we shed, happiness is right around the corner.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/583085/</link>
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			<title>Friends .</title>
			<description>There the ones that will get you to smile. Even if your feeling down.The people that will be there for you to turn your frown into a smile.They'll always be by your side, even when you want to be alone.They'll understand when you say I can't talk about it.Yet will remind you there always here for yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/582823/</link>
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			<title>Is This Normal? Or Am I Sick?</title>
			<description>Another day goes by the same thought fills my mind,suicide, suicide, suicide. It's a thought I can't get rid of, I don't know what wrong with me.Is this normal?Or am I sick, and meant to be in a mental hospital?I'm to afraid to speak a word of this,afraid of what people might thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/582776/</link>
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			<title>Was It Really The Only Choice? </title>
			<description>A teenage boy around 14 makes the wrong mistake&amp; picks up a blade..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/OncexUponxAxTime/582601/</link>
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