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			<title>the flower</title>
			<description>In a field of weeds,a flower I found'twas beautiful beyond compareit stood out amoung the weedsfrom the first moment I gazed upon&amp;nbsp;the flower so precious&amp;nbsp;surrounded by thorns&amp;nbsp;and dark blackened leavesit caught my eye that dayand every day sinceI'd go to that field&amp;nbsp;ever so oftenjus..</description>
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			<title>Antithesis</title>
			<description>Pain and suffering will endbut memories remainetched in your mindengraved on your soulthey leave scarstoo deep to healtoo shallow to forget&amp;nbsp;they are the darkest,&amp;nbsp;yet most joyful timesthey bring you torturebut keep you aliveyou'll always regret itbut never forget it.</description>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>Its being ripped apart&amp;hellip;Slowly, from the insideWhat you kept hidden, What he exposedUncovered it all, Every last weakness.Every thing you hid from the worldHe bled you dry&amp;hellip; Every last dropThere&amp;rsquo;s nothing left anymore. Just the absence of anythingYou have nothing to hold onto, Not ..</description>
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			<title>The Cold Heart</title>
			<description>It haunts me still&amp;hellip;The memories remainI haven&amp;rsquo;t forgotten, I&amp;rsquo;ve just learned to live with themDark and cold&amp;hellip; It&amp;rsquo;s been like that for a whileYou get used to it I guessMaybe it&amp;rsquo;s starting to decomposeSlowly, from the insideMaybe it&amp;rsquo;s losing hopeFinally givin..</description>
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			<title>Masochist</title>
			<description>What if I like it,cutting myselffrom the inside out,Letting my heart bleed,It numbs the pain,The real pain,Takes away the feeling,For a while, a little while,But that while is something,Something to hold onto,A sliver of numbness,of nothing.It might hurt a little,Just a little,But not as much as the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bloodredstar/1516958/</link>
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			<title>His eyes</title>
			<description>They sear through my torn soulthey melt my cold heartthey take me to a paradisea place of perfectionwhere we can be togetherwithout the hate of peoplewithout judgement and bitter staresthey make me forget the worldall its pain and troublesthey take me to a placeof happinessof peace, calmand serenity..</description>
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