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			<title>Fear</title>
			<description>She woke up suddenly, rising in panic. She positioned herself comfortably and looked at the wall in front of her. Puzzled, she rubbed her head gently and sighed. A slight groan slipped from her throat. Looking down, her eyes dilated as she ran her fingers over her arms gently. The engraved sayings o..</description>
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			<title>The Lover</title>
			<description>I had never imagined myself thinking, or even dare having such a plan. Cassandra and I were the happiest together. Between us was a case of pure, true love. Though, I had decided. I had finally chosen what I was going to do. I had to do this myself. I promised myself that I would not fall into the d..</description>
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			<title>Golden Heart</title>
			<description>Her body aches as she runs fast and far away.She&amp;rsquo;s finally broken from the pressure and the pain of every day.She&amp;rsquo;s cursed herself with all the words that she&amp;rsquo;s ever heard.Each syllable burns like fire, and it&amp;rsquo;s worse with every word.She cries herself to sleep at night,Just b..</description>
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			<title>Broken Pieces</title>
			<description>In the beginning, his love was perfect.The words he spoke were as beautiful as a freshly bloomed rose in the morning sun.I felt wonderful, and his words shook every broken piece I had back together.Though, with perfection you pay a price.Perfection is nothing but a manipulative, narcissistic lie.The..</description>
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			<title>We're All Mad Here</title>
			<description> Dangling off the edge, grasping to your last bit of hope.Their words scar your flesh, and you find it difficult to cope.You can&amp;rsquo;t explain your actions as they continue to get worse.Speaking&amp;rsquo;s become so difficult, each word is like a verse.Memories begin to crash on your mind like rain i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/babewithablunt/1871210/</link>
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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>For anyone who's survived sexual abuse, or any kind of abuse, stay strong.</description>
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