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			<title>confUSed</title>
			<description>This is how I feel tonight. </description>
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			<title>Today</title>
			<description>Wishes won&amp;rsquo;t come true, today</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jansenduncan/2464750/</link>
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			<title>Dear Childhood Crush</title>
			<description>I don't wanna go down
Any other road now
I don't want to love
Nobody but you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jansenduncan/2176576/</link>
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			<title>I Pray</title>
			<description>I pray that she knows, I love her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jansenduncan/2061996/</link>
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			<title>Reasons</title>
			<description>God gives us our love undeservedly. We aren't, and never will be, worthy of His love, yet He will forever give it to us. </description>
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			<title>The Worst Part Is Searching For The Right Words</title>
			<description>This piece will probably only make sense to me, but words are hard, so I put what I think into a piece of writing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jansenduncan/1995268/</link>
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			<title>Day 72</title>
			<description>&quot;For all the times I couldn&amp;rsquo;t find the answers
Stumbling through the dark without a clue
This one&amp;rsquo;s for you&quot;
- Luke Combs </description>
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			<title>Veins</title>
			<description>Sometimes you need to shed the bad, and grow some good. This is dedicateto anyone who's picked me up when I have fallen. Leigh Edwards, Tyler Fields, friends, Grandma Linda, and my parents. I love you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jansenduncan/1924901/</link>
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			<title>Inner Sandman</title>
			<description>We might feel small, but we are mighty in God's eyes</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jansenduncan/1842505/</link>
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			<title>#AllEyesMatter</title>
			<description>The country is lost, and America needs to open her eyes to find her way. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jansenduncan/1806156/</link>
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			<title>Battles Within Ourselves</title>
			<description>I'd like to dedicate this piece to the people who have helped me the most in life. My parents, my grandmother, to my best friend, and to my girlfriend. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jansenduncan/1786700/</link>
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			<title>Keep Trying, Keep Climbing</title>
			<description>You are not alone in your struggles. We all feel broken down, and we all feel like we need to stop trying. Never give up. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jansenduncan/1774761/</link>
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			<title>Bad Boys for Life?</title>
			<description>We are only in our Freshman year of high school, and have been friends since the 5th grade. 4 years may not seem like a lot, and during that time it flew by, too much like a rocket to the moon. We escalated in our faith together, our friendship escalated, and our time together escalated. That was in..</description>
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