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		<title>Funmi Elizabeth Olaiya | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Funmi Elizabeth Olaiya</description>
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			<title>He Was Gone (True Story)</title>
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			<title>I Was Cut</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Oh! I couldn&amp;rsquo;t control itThe tears were hotI couldn&amp;rsquo;t find myself &amp;lsquo;cosI was torn from withinI was cut.......&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He went jus..</description>
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			<title>Who We Are</title>
			<description>They tormented usWe were depressedWe were oppressedWe were trampled uponWe were slavesWe looked up to themWe were nonentities&amp;nbsp;We revoltedWe took actionWe struggledWe ran towards themThey were scared of usThey took to theirheelsThey bowed..</description>
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			<title>In The Struggle: Who Am I</title>
			<description>When I wasbornI startedwith nothingHad nothingto my nameAnd hadnothing to claim&amp;nbsp;Life becamevery difficultBut then Iwasn't so sureUntil whenI was on my ownAlone, inthe world I was thrown&amp;nbsp;I had a lotto struggle forThe hustle..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funmi/1731041/</link>
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			<title>Await</title>
			<description>The longcall awaits meA lot ofthings will I still need to achieveBecauseI'm sooptimisticSooptimistic of this very thingThat is yetto come and behold meI keephearing voicesThey keepcalling depressinglyWhich I'lltry not to imagineIt help me ina..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funmi/1731040/</link>
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			<title>Call of Duty</title>
			<description>I stand upfrom my bedI look atthe sun rays through the windowIs this howit's going to start and end?,I say tomyselfThis is thecall of duty!&amp;nbsp;I'm afighterWhether Iwin or notI amvictoriousWhat areyou?This is thecall of duty!&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funmi/1731039/</link>
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			<title>Power</title>
			<description>Startedwith a gentle lifeWith thecoolest smileHoping forthe next styleWho's goingto pay a price?I gotthere&amp;amp;had itDrunk withitWanting todie with itIt becomesa game of life and deathNot caringfor what's nextI keepgetting reminded of those..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funmi/1731037/</link>
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			<title>My Heart Skips a Beat</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My Heart Skips A Beat. Practically, I&amp;rsquo;m a girl thatmeditates a lot. My thoughts comprises of my views and opinions at most times.My Question is &amp;#2013266048;&quot; what is the world turning into? Does it getbetter or worse? I sat in my mum&amp;rsquo;s car at one point in t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funmi/1731030/</link>
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			<title>Troubled Girl</title>
			<description>A whole lot...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funmi/1731025/</link>
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			<title>Mask</title>
			<description>Coveredfacial-expressionsAt thisjunctionI'll try tobe your best friendThen, backstab you to the endIt's notonly about what is outsideItflourishes from the insideLove has tobe unconditionalNo matterwhat&amp;amp;who you areSome arenot what they seem..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funmi/1731021/</link>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>You went -Just likesugar melted in waterI'll trynot to waverI won't seeyou againI can'tendure this painI don'tknow my fateNow you'vereached yoursI can feelyou no moreCos youhave no pulseYou weretaken from meThe pain bewilder me.The ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/funmi/1731020/</link>
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			<title>Be With Me</title>
			<description>I was upall nightI watchedthe stars in the skyI was sofar awayWhile I wasstill wide awakeMy heartwas stolenBy themidnight loveThe oceanis blueBut Ireally want youCome backmy friendThis is notgonna endI feel solonelyI'm so sureth..</description>
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