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			<title>Im Pissed, Sorry</title>
			<description>Not havin a very good day...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1824665/</link>
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			<title>The Thottie Song</title>
			<description>Shayla Causgrove a little backstabbing hoe. So this song is dedicated to her. Enjoy!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1809267/</link>
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			<title>Fresh Start</title>
			<description>He hurt her one too many times. She needs a fresh start.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1806444/</link>
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			<title>Forever</title>
			<description>Im kind of sick of living</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1806435/</link>
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			<title>Her...</title>
			<description>Beep.&amp;nbsp;My phone buzzes.A text from Teesh, Just had a talk wit yo not so secret admirer.&amp;nbsp;What u mean? I reply.I should be paying attention to whatever Mr. Azzwitchle is lecturing us about but instead i take the hall pass and head out to call Teesha. Did she mean Ty? What the hell did she say..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1805962/</link>
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			<title>Him...</title>
			<description>So im sitting in the lunch hall (not eating lunch) when an extreemly fine girly walks up.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Your Ty right?&quot; Fine girl asks.&quot;Yeah, and you are...&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I'll let you know if i want you to know.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Damn whats your problem?&quot; i say.&quot;I been see'n you see'n my girl Lilly. Whatsup wit that?&quot;shes lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1805959/</link>
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			<title>Don't Belong </title>
			<description>                        They                       Always                        Seem                         To                      Know          They know what to do         They know what to say         They know how to think          They know how to feel       They know how..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1744922/</link>
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			<title>He ruined me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Ruined&amp;nbsp;He came just as quick as he leftHe stole my heart, twas a theft.He made me love when all i saw was hateHe told me i could be his soul mate.He brought me up after i fellNow as i watch him i hope he burns in hell.How could he be so cruel&amp;nbsp;Why was i such a fool.How could he do th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1740111/</link>
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			<title>What i need to say to him.</title>
			<description>I love him i do i swear i do...i just dont love &quot;us&quot; anymore.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1739558/</link>
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			<title>Her...</title>
			<description>       &quot;Hey baby!&quot; Teesha yells from across the hall running twords me. Teesha been my girl since as long as i can remember. We met in pre-K and just kinda clicked. She been there through everything. Failed tests, breakups, my first period, first day of grade, middle and highschool. Most importantly..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1738252/</link>
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			<title>Him...</title>
			<description>So as im sitting in 3rd period i cant help but overhear the idiot next to me talking crap on yours truly. &quot;Got a problem punk?&quot; He askes turning to face me.&quot;Nah man im cool, you seem to have alot to say though&quot; I reply.&quot;Okay so little Ty-Ty finally wanna speak up&quot; The boy behind me laughs&quot;So..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1737089/</link>
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			<title>Her...</title>
			<description>         He always follows me, always watching but too shy to speak. He&amp;rsquo;s so handsome and tall. He has these gorgeous hazel eyes, which is strange considering his skin color is even darker than mine. His name is Tyrone. Everyone calls him Ty, everyone I know that is.Its so funny he&amp;rsquo;s aro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1737077/</link>
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			<title>Him...</title>
			<description>As I watch her gather her books forfirst period, I can&amp;rsquo;t help but stare at her perfectly curved figure. The wayher long chestnut hair flows past her waist, her evenly toned chocolate skinand brown eyes to match. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t going to start thinking about her &amp;ldquo;underneath&amp;rdquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1735934/</link>
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			<title>Is it love?</title>
			<description>She's not exactly &quot;all that&quot; in school but in his eyes she's perfect.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1735835/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts of Hatred </title>
			<description>I was upset...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1735812/</link>
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			<title>The Real Her...is my Hero</title>
			<description>They only know what she wants you to. They cant know what they cant see. Underneath the makeup the pretty smile and the cute cloths, is just pain, fear, and a sad little girl. The real her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shauny/1735809/</link>
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