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		<description>The original writings of author Kassidy. </description>
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			<title>Crashed. </title>
			<description>Not exactly a story but not a poem either. </description>
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			<title>drunken &quot;love&quot;</title>
			<description>You break me repeatedly,&amp;nbsp;yet here i am,gazing into the bloodshot eyes of my foundation.I should hate you,maybe even despise you,yet here are my fragile lips against your cold heartedness.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>words. </title>
			<description>They laugh as she cries.They love the look of pain in her eyes.No one ever notices.She doesn't have friends for condolence.She first brushed them offbut they started controlling all her thoughts.She lost controlhshe went into a hole.She pretended to be okaybut eve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenATbest/1852740/</link>
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			<title>here again. </title>
			<description>        This heart has grown coldAnd this soul has grown old.This mind has been toldThat this heart will soon fold.The clouds will clearAnd so will the fear.Nothing will be shedNot even a tear.Floating through the airWith not a single care.Because ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenATbest/1852571/</link>
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			<title>a haunting. </title>
			<description>There is no escaping it it annoys you like a child's constant fit.Some can be bittersweet but the others are just pure insanity.I cant control what i feelI cant mask what is fake from real.They flood in my mindits like everything's frozen, especially time.They get in my head an..</description>
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			<title>dear &quot;mom&quot;</title>
			<description>i sometimes wish you were here sometimes i wish you would've cared. then i realize you don't get to see my hazel eyes you don't get to hold me when i cryyou don't get to see me as i grow you don't get to hear how much i know you won't see me at my first promyou won't see anything bec..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenATbest/1852566/</link>
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			<title>done. </title>
			<description>As I lay awake at 3 am with the darkness closing inas I think about what could have been I'm sick of being the one that always ends up broken with the old wounds always being reopened I'm so sick and tired of all this s**t I don't know how much longer I can handle it so tonight I procl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brokenATbest/1852243/</link>
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			<title>along. </title>
			<description>tear stained sheetsfrom a heart being beat.a smiling girl on the outsidewho doesn't even feel alive.the nights grow longthe screams become a sorrow song.everyone notices when she's gone,but didn't know she was all along.</description>
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			<title>Dream. </title>
			<description>a deep sleep i fellinto a wonderful fairy tale. you were thereyou always cared.you protected mefrom my own insanity. i knew that once i wokethis privilege would be revoked. i opened my eyesa thousand tears i cried.for in reality,you were only just a dream. </description>
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