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			<title>Waiting Game</title>
			<description>Everything will be okayPop a Xanax, go to sleepEverything will be okaylittle bad things that help us be.In the morning, the sun will riseYou'll be okay, you'll open your eyesThis takes timeThat takes timePack a bowl and take a hitlittle bad things that help us surviveEverything will be okayThe waiti..</description>
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			<title>Nonchalant </title>
			<description>4/28/15</description>
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			<title>Dream</title>
			<description>For Brayan Ticona

Written while listening to:
Bach's - Jesus Bleibet Meine Freude</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rapallah/1517440/</link>
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			<title>Biological Father</title>
			<description>He's an a*****e.</description>
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			<title>Mom.</title>
			<description>My mother has Manic-Depressive Bi Polar Disorder and her actions have caused my family to turn their backs to me and I am now a homeless teen. I wrote this about her and the way she says things.</description>
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