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			<title>Facebook Post #2</title>
			<description>The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.Like PageRoses Are Red Faceb00k Is Blue.No Mutual Friends.Who The Hell Are You.&amp;nbsp;if you see sexual things towards any kid i don't care if you are a teacher or a person walking down the street then you need to go get help and sta..</description>
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			<title>Facebook Post</title>
			<description>This is what I found on Facebook and the response I gave.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1920723/</link>
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			<title>Week</title>
			<description>My past few days</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1915178/</link>
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			<title>True meaning</title>
			<description>The passing of a loved one</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1898041/</link>
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			<title>My MInd</title>
			<description>My mindrunning all over the placeleft right, up downevery wherenot sure what to dothinking seems to be the thingyet i know i shouldn't&amp;nbsp;what should i dowhere should i gowhy should i have to handle thisChristmas was suppose to be happyyet it brought torcher and painit brought memories&amp;nbsp;i do n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1870641/</link>
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			<title>Birthday Wish</title>
			<description>I have bad memories of things that have happened on my birthday. have not celebrated it in four years. People keep saying happy birthday I want it to go away. My birthday is Tuesday. I'm going to die.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1862070/</link>
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			<title>Iss</title>
			<description>You are sitting here. I am doing my research paper for school, and I have stared at this computer for two hours. My eyes are going to bulge. My head is starting to hurt. I feel as if this is just a waste of time. Someone message me please. I am dyeing in here. Help</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1853427/</link>
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			<title>Within yourself</title>
			<description>I hope people comprehend this the way I am saying it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1853090/</link>
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			<title>Sorry</title>
			<description>I will review your things later</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1851328/</link>
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			<title>Basketball Tourcher</title>
			<description>This is the hardest thing I have ever done. We practice for three hours a day, and do this over and over until practice is over.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1848771/</link>
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			<title>Bully</title>
			<description>People tell me things. They want me to disappear, to stop talking, to go away, and so much more. I take the pen and mark on my arms, legs, wrist, and stomach. I trace over them multiple times till it hurts. Then I rub my finger over it because I want it to go away. I want all of the comments to stop..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1846574/</link>
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			<title>Enough is enough.</title>
			<description>When is enough, enough for people? Do they really know when to stop or does it really not matter to them? You know what you did wrong, you need to own up to it and stop trying to play it off as nothing matters.&amp;nbsp;I have been trying so hard to help these people. At some point you will realize that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1846572/</link>
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			<title>explode</title>
			<description>The moment you are about to explode. You believe that nothing will get better. You want to be done. So you take a fork and stab the vain on your left wrist. You take a razor and cut the left. You think about tying the string on your jacket so that you can't breathe. you pray that you die. You take 4..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1845021/</link>
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			<title>gone</title>
			<description>time wasted is not time lostand&amp;nbsp;time lost is time that is wasted</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1845012/</link>
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			<title>Right thing</title>
			<description>The right thing to doisn't allways&amp;nbsp;the right thing to do</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1842737/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>in your roomall alonepapers stacked knee highso stressedgot to get my grades uppaper after paperall alonehead nodding and noddingeyes trying to shutworking on the papershaven't slept in 48 hourstrying to focuscan't find the bookall alone and my work is still piling high</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1840147/</link>
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			<title>Wonder</title>
			<description>Inside my head</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1839701/</link>
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			<title>Young</title>
			<description>This is the beginning of my life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1839348/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts</title>
			<description>I am sitting hereMy whole life was about helping othersI was told to do the same with myselfYet i don't know howI am still doing that todayI have emailed 43 school todayI am looking for donations to sendThey are going to the victims of hurricane MathewI have only got one reply so farI am getting kin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1838015/</link>
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			<title>Awaiting</title>
			<description>I want to go six feet underdeath is awaiting meand i am awaiting deathi am ready for it to happenthe devil will take mehe can punish me toohe is awaiting me and i am awaiting himwhipped with a chainwith glass shards and rocksthe welps on my backbeing filled with bloodno longer can seeblinded by redm..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1837674/</link>
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			<title>Twist</title>
			<description>There is a picturewith two colorsit is very painfulthe color is redthat is shed by a paintbrushthe canvas is another colori bet you couldn't guessthis picture can be seen by somebut i have to be aroundfor i am the canvasit's not painted by a brushif you haven't guessedmy paintbrush is a knifemy body..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1837673/</link>
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			<title>Dark</title>
			<description>These are just my thoughts. Things that go on in my head</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1837309/</link>
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			<title>Over</title>
			<description>My life is almost overthe pain unbearableso horriblei can't take it anymorethe way people see mehow they look think of methey think i don't seebut i really doMy life is almost overthe pain unbearableso horriblei can't take it anymorei have to find a way outeasy or hardi need to get awayMy life is al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1837278/</link>
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			<title>Living in Hell</title>
			<description>the insides are scared&amp;nbsp;beaten and bruisedrapped and torturedyou'd think i was in helltied down&amp;nbsp;blind foldedso much morethe insides are scared&amp;nbsp;beaten and bruisedrapped and torturedyou'd think i was in hellbetrayed by all&amp;nbsp;lied by themthey need to go&amp;nbsp;been hurt to badthe insides..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1837277/</link>
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			<title>Spin</title>
			<description>It is turning&amp;nbsp;circling around meup and downtrapped inside&amp;nbsp;with no way outcaptured it seemsit is turningcircling around meup and downi feel itfaster it goesharder it isit is turningcircling around meup and downthe bonesthe bonesMy heart just wants to be shown</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1837276/</link>
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			<title>Cut</title>
			<description>I am cuttingrubbingbreaking through skinmaking memories go awaythe past risingliving in helli am cutting&amp;nbsp;rubbingbreaking through skinstopping nightmarescan't hurt anyone elsei deserve painI am cuttingrubbingbreaking through skindown i gobelow the grounda better place i seeI have cutrubbed&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1837274/</link>
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			<title>Focus on Noise</title>
			<description>She is running but not fast enough. This person is catching up, and she thinks her heart is going to run. Then he ties her down and rappes her. then he leaves and she is so embarrassed that she leaves</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1836582/</link>
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			<title>Revenge</title>
			<description>Thedark room that is cold. It is like being in an ice chest. I am sitting there inthe corner, and I can&amp;rsquo;t see because it is pitch black. All of a sudden I hear aclick, click, click noise. I am assuming it is the lock that is on the door.There was a flicker and lights came on. I went to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rgarber647/1835248/</link>
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			<title>I see you</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I go to open myeyes, but once I got the cracked I slammed them shut, extremely tight. Youcould see how the eyelids were smashed together. The light was just so bright.Finally, I was able to open my eyes, and they adjusted to the bright light ofthe sun that shown threw the large window...</description>
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