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			<title>You..</title>
			<description>Deleted GoneAbsent LostHistory PastYou.</description>
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			<title>I don't hate you..</title>
			<description>The truth is I don't hate you. Not even close to hating you. Not angry at you. I honestly wish you the best in the world. I love you and I miss you. I smile when thinking of you. You are so beautiful. I'm so happy I met you. You've been the best thing in my life. You also broke my heart, and now..</description>
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			<title>I call it..</title>
			<description>It pierced my soul in an instance. I stood there shaking. It felt great. Like a hot summers day with an icecold beer on the porch. I could feel it start in my head and make its way down my body. It was a soothing feeling. I call it love. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vassena/1705811/</link>
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			<title>The sea..</title>
			<description>The tunes of the clear sea feel like electricity to my ears.I feel sparks as each wave crashes into the bridge. My heart pounds with everycollision. I feel vibrations under my feet as I stand at the edge, almostfalling. My whole body is connecting to the flow of the water. I am becomingone w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vassena/1701592/</link>
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			<title>The wrong kind of right..</title>
			<description>As she screamed to my face, all I could see was her beautiful soul trying to make everything better in all the wrong ways possible.It was heartbreakingly breathtaking.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vassena/1701559/</link>
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			<title>They said, we did..</title>
			<description>They told us we would not last and we proved them wrong.They said we had experienced too much pain and would neverbe able to reach our happy place, but we proved them wrong again.They said once something shatters and falls apart as we did,we could never be able to put back together the p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vassena/1701459/</link>
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			<title>Our world..</title>
			<description>A world of mysteries.A world of knowledge.A world of science.A world of religion.A world of inevitable.A world of choices.A world of you.A world of me.&amp;nbsp;Earth and humanity.&amp;nbsp;Love and hate.Gay and straight.&amp;nbsp;A never ending story of everything.So troubling.So horrifying.So glorious.So hist..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vassena/1701409/</link>
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			<title>Lay down..</title>
			<description>I will never lay down at your feet.Should you however choose to lay down, for whatever reason it may be, I will lay down next to you so that we are equal.</description>
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			<title>The truth..</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Completely innocent,&amp;rdquo; she said.&amp;ldquo;I did not do it,&amp;rdquo; she confirmed.&amp;ldquo;How could I think such horrendous things of her?&amp;rdquo; She asked.Her nose twitched.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Nothing but the truth,&amp;rdquo; I begged.&amp;ldquo;Every detail counts, this is your las..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vassena/1701336/</link>
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			<title>Crossed paths..</title>
			<description>I remember the day our paths crossed. I was sitting in the back of the room. You walked in so quietly, gracefully, a beauty notever seen before. Your long red hair, almost glowing, swinging side to sidewhile caressing your face every time your feet briefly touched the floor. You lightlydrifted..</description>
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