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			<title>to the girl whole stole my heart </title>
			<description>I just wish we could rewind things to the time that we first met. you taught me me happiness and joy, showed me how to love myself, when we started I was a boy and scoring low in mental health, I treated women as play toys to use and throw back on the shelf. I herd your wise words as just no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eric-babcock/706919/</link>
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			<title>best friend</title>
			<description>sitting on the toilet seat thinking drinking as thoughts come to me should i smoke weed or choose to drinkor drink whats under the kitchen sinkit all feels good just like my girlfriend so for advise i call my best friend&amp;nbsp;hes drunk and also on the toilet seathe tells me to think is..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eric-babcock/622087/</link>
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			<title>ha ha</title>
			<description>Hit the brink puking in the kitchen sink all I could think was girls Pretty ones ugly ones to hard to choose,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to much booze!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eric-babcock/622083/</link>
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			<title>Girls</title>
			<description>Harsh and cruel words that are made to sound so sweetFrom the mouth of a demonic angle when she speaksAnd when she speaks echoed pain hallows meUntil the deepest hole is made and my soul weeps weeps tears of sorrow, all along angony creepsAs nightmares that linger in my dreamsThat will c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eric-babcock/622080/</link>
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			<title>prineville livin</title>
			<description>booze women and highschool thoughtsusing both ens in the toilet potchoosing women to use them for what they gotcoughf syrup and dust offprostitutes pimps and being shothidden plants and intercourse with grandmas&amp;nbsp;but i do love your grandma even though sick intentions with my thou..</description>
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