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			<title>anything for you</title>
			<description>Love makes you do crazy things</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikita_love1235/2100052/</link>
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			<title>forgot who i was</title>
			<description>I miss the person I use to be&amp;nbsp;I miss the real smile&amp;nbsp;I miss the real laughs&amp;nbsp;I miss enjoying the small things every day&amp;nbsp;But now DRUGS feel like one of the only ways to be happy&amp;nbsp;I have lost true friends during this process&amp;nbsp;I've lost family&amp;nbsp;I've lost trust&amp;nbsp;I've bu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikita_love1235/2100048/</link>
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			<title>maybe i was wrong</title>
			<description>maybe i was wrong maybe heart break and losing someone maybe the pain isnt that different&amp;nbsp;heart break hits u a lot harder and a lot quicker and u want to just break down and cry and never let anyone in again u feel your whole world shatter because you put so much time into one person that didn'..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikita_love1235/2091753/</link>
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			<title>Tears</title>
			<description>My feelings about life rn</description>
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			<title>knowing when to stop</title>
			<description>This poem is abot how drugs had taken over my life, and to be honest kinda still are, and how i know now i have to take control of my demons</description>
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			<title>feeling that hide</title>
			<description>I hide my tears tell im alone in a bed i will never call home in a place i never thought would be so hard and then i break down I've been hurt to much to believe it would be ok to cry infront of people that pretend to give a s**t when in reality they just want to know your weak spot and then tear u ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikita_love1235/2014011/</link>
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			<title>Battle scars</title>
			<description>My war I go threw everyday</description>
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			<title>If I said</title>
			<description>If I said &quot; I just cut myself&quot;.Damn how would you respond. Would you embrace me in your arms. Or yell at me all night long. If I said &quot; I want to run away&quot;.Damn how would you respond. Would you let me cry on your shoulder, let me feel safe. Or take me to that place I hate. If I said ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikita_love1235/1914592/</link>
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			<title>Kaila</title>
			<description>When best friends leave</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nikita_love1235/1914590/</link>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>How we view pain</description>
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