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			<title>If Only I Would've Stayed</title>
			<description>On the streets of L.A.Wandering from place to placeNoisy carsFlashing lights&amp;nbsp;A mouse in the city of L.A.If only I would've stayedIf only I would've stayedI'm turning blueMy stomach is cryingI'm an abandoned pupThere's no way to surviveIf only I would've stayedStayed in that dysfunctional househ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1675469/</link>
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			<title>One Bullet</title>
			<description>24hours till I'm gone  </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1579120/</link>
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			<title>&amp;nbsp;The Way She Sings (By my 8 year old sister)</title>
			<description>Amari wrote another poem and this time she wants feedback and ratings from everyone and she said put #Love at the end of your comments if you're a fan</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1576947/</link>
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			<title>The Robin (By My 8yr old Sister)</title>
			<description>Her name is Amari she told me she was going to write a poem and she wanted me to put it on here so here it is she wants honest feedback from everyone who reads it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1572416/</link>
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			<title>The Red Stains</title>
			<description>As Mindy walked through the dark and creepy hallway she felt that something wasnt right. Red stains on the carpet and stairs. She followed them hoping to find what caused such a mess. The trail ended at the cellar. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and continued her journey down to the cellar...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1558984/</link>
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			<title>Friends Forever</title>
			<description>We are two friends that share a special bond&amp;nbsp;A bond that can not be broken even if we tried&amp;nbsp;We laugh and joke everyday&amp;nbsp;But when things take a turn for the worst&amp;nbsp;We argue and fight&amp;nbsp;But it can never do any harm&amp;nbsp;Because we are the best of friends&amp;nbsp;That will forever liv..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1558885/</link>
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			<title>The End</title>
			<description>The end is near and darkness is hereI'm filled with pain and sorrow&amp;nbsp;People told me that grief wasn't easyBut yet I move through swiftlyCould this pain be a curse?&amp;nbsp;Or maybe I've just fallen short&amp;nbsp;The end is near&amp;nbsp;I can feel it&amp;nbsp;I think it's time to just give up</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1558880/</link>
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			<title>HeartBroken</title>
			<description>My heart is broken and I'm filled with sadness&amp;nbsp;I question myself and ask &quot;Do I really love him?&quot;The truth is hidden behind 3 walls&amp;nbsp;The walls protect me from love&amp;nbsp;Love is too powerful for me to handle&amp;nbsp;I was once in love but we grew apart&amp;nbsp;The pain is and will always be unbeara..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1558879/</link>
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			<title>Is It Strange</title>
			<description>Is it strange that I choose to be alone&amp;nbsp;Is it strange that I don't like a lot of people&amp;nbsp;Is it strange that I'd rather be someone else other than myself&amp;nbsp;Is it strange that I talk to myself because I have no one else to talk to&amp;nbsp;If it is oh well, that's my everyday life&amp;nbsp;I have ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1558877/</link>
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			<title>Her Soul Cries For Help</title>
			<description>Her soul cries for help&amp;nbsp;But no one hears&amp;nbsp;She tries to tell someone&amp;nbsp;But no one listens&amp;nbsp;She goes home&amp;nbsp;Run to the bathroom&amp;nbsp;Shuts the door&amp;nbsp;And locks it&amp;nbsp;She looks in the mirror&amp;nbsp;&quot;You are nothing,no one loves you&quot;She breaks the mirror&amp;nbsp;Takes a sharp shard of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TayHargrove/1558876/</link>
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			<title>Our Love Never Fail</title>
			<description>As day turns to night&amp;nbsp;And hours turn to seconds&amp;nbsp;Our love never fails&amp;nbsp;As we gaze into each other eyes&amp;nbsp;As we kiss each other goodnight&amp;nbsp;Our love never fails&amp;nbsp;As we stare at the stars&amp;nbsp;And cuddle tight&amp;nbsp;As I whisper in your ear&amp;nbsp;&quot;I'll never let you go&quot;&amp;nbsp;As yo..</description>
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