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		<description>The original writings of author withxlove&amp;hearts;</description>
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			<title>I was better off.</title>
			<description>Written for my best friend.
I wanted to show her how strong she was even without a father figure in her life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/603022/</link>
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			<title>Dad</title>
			<description>I wrote this about my Dad.
He really is the best person I have ever known</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/603018/</link>
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			<title>Silly little love poem</title>
			<description>So just fly.Take me away.Teach me to try.Lose my say.Regain my fight.Find my new love.Show me new sights.You're what I dream of.Its too soon.I'm so torn.You're like my moon.I've been re-born.I swear I'd never change.said no one could make me.You make me feel strange.I'm the mermaid in you're underwa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/603016/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye Skin Cancer</title>
			<description>My step-dad had skin caner for almost four years.
It was a very scary period in my families life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/603013/</link>
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			<title>I felt I needed to be someone.</title>
			<description>I feel I need to crash and break down.I feel I am in the ocean and I need to let go.. I need to drown.I feel I need to show you I have nothing to offer.I feel I need to complain and show you I am softer.I feel I need to become dirt and ignore goals.I feel I need to sell out and sell you my soul.I fe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/603009/</link>
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			<title>Beauty</title>
			<description>It is making the girl&amp;nbsp;steal&amp;nbsp;money to buy the latest clothes.It is making the young girl&amp;nbsp;strip&amp;nbsp;down in front of the camera and pose.It is making the young girl clutch the porcelain after counting&amp;nbsp;calories&amp;nbsp;on her dinner.It is making the anorexic girl stop eating in hopes ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/602666/</link>
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			<title>S A N D M A N</title>
			<description>Sandman sprinkle a dash in my eyes.Or take me away in the night skies.I don't want to be in this wretched world.Where I am battered and bruised,tossed and twirled.Take me to a place where bad doesn't exist.Take me away, I wont be missed.Sandman do your duty.Show me raw beauty.Sandman give me your ma..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/602663/</link>
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			<title>Becky..who?</title>
			<description>So I live my life trying to fulfill everyone's expectations.Making it easy for me to buckle under the frustrations.I know there is no excuse for giving into temptation.And no this isn't me trying to give myself a Madonna transformation.I'm not saying that I am doing this to rebel.No I didn't do it t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/602660/</link>
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			<title>Todays Guy</title>
			<description>There is no&amp;nbsp;perfect&amp;nbsp;and there is no gentlemen.No guy knows how to treat a&amp;nbsp;real&amp;nbsp;women.I blame the&amp;nbsp;hoes&amp;nbsp;and the&amp;nbsp;w****s&amp;nbsp;in the bars.I blame the&amp;nbsp;ginos&amp;nbsp;blasting beats in their cars.I shouldn't be putting blame , but I'm not wrong to&amp;nbsp;accuse.At the end..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/602652/</link>
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			<title>Headlights</title>
			<description>A little while after I got into a car accident I decided I needed to vent and write about all the things that still scare me to this day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/withxlove/602648/</link>
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