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			<title>grey </title>
			<description>	Every morning i look in the mirror and i picture myself grey. Grey for sadness, defeat, anger, loss. My body gets heavier every time i think about it. Why is this happening? Why am i so numb to everything. I feel like i haven't smiled in weeks. the best way to explain it is like, waking up every mo..</description>
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			<title>gloomy </title>
			<description>As I lay in bedThis feeling in myhead Makes me feel so sad Makes me feel so mad.There&amp;rsquo;s nothing I cando To wash away thisdreadTomorrow ill startnew Sadness ill defeatBut tomorrow it repeats&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<description>	Congratulations, you did it, you took me into your arms when I was most vulnerable. You told me I was beautiful and said you really liked me. Worst of all &amp;nbsp;you convinced me that you actually cared for me. You never cared about me. You never liked me. I never meant anything to you. I was just a..</description>
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			<title>What Does Love Mean To You??</title>
			<description>I have decided to ask multiple people &quot;what does love mean to you?&quot; and I am more than please with the results I received. I love each and everyone of these responses because they are so pure and they are all different. Below I will show some of the responses I have received.&quot;No idea honestly, it's ..</description>
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			<title>To My Boyfriend</title>
			<description>With Love</description>
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			<title>Three years</title>
			<description>	Three years. Three long years I spent with you. Now this isn't going to be a story about how in love I was with you or about how much I regret dating you. It's simply going to be about my time I spent with you, who I was, and how I changed.&amp;nbsp;	Sitting at the skate park with my friends you decide..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/baileyrae/1826376/</link>
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			<title>Growing up </title>
			<description>	When did this happen? When did I start learning about life? When did I say this is who I want to be? What did I do along the way to make me the person I am today? Where did the time go?	I'ts all sort of scary isn't it? You wake up one morning and you're not the little kid you swore you were yesterd..</description>
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			<title>To My Future Self</title>
			<description>A letter to my future self</description>
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			<title>The way he looked at me.</title>
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