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			<title>From Fooled to Forgiving.</title>
			<description>Have you ever had someone tell you they love you and then either hurt you or disappear? We all have. </description>
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			<title>&quot;We all wear masks to cover our tears.&quot;</title>
			<description>When I write, I mostly write for the ones who will be reading. Maybe I can help someone who feels the same way or has been through a similar circumstance.Sometimes, I write for me. To vent through typing when it is too hard to say. So, here it goes.&amp;nbsp;I am in pain. Emotionally, mentally, and even..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lelahvay/1663422/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Your words hurt&quot;</title>
			<description>A message to all of my younger followers out there. AND to the ones who are supposed to be &quot;wiser&quot; and may still have some lessons to learn.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lelahvay/1658638/</link>
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			<title>Awakening</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote after the ending of my previous relationship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lelahvay/1613745/</link>
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			<title>A glimpse into my life</title>
			<description>I was born on December 24, 1992 to a 17-year-old girl who had only had sex once. Her father, my pawpaw, was a Pastor of a church in the area so my mother was well-known. My mother was still very young so she had her times of being a &quot;good mother&quot; and times where she would rather live her life as it ..</description>
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