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			<title>To the Boy Who Had the Nerve to Call Me Manly</title>
			<description>To the boy who had the nerve to call me manly...If my muscular arms and my thunder thigh legs offend you I'm sorryBut then again I'm not because why should I have to apologize for my body?The 60 pound pre weighted barbell must have set you off because you picked up a 40 pound one and cal..</description>
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			<title>An open letter to whoever did you wrong</title>
			<description>Friends come and go. We all have these feelings.. but in the end the heart craves happiness more than it craves revenge.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annakristine3/1961000/</link>
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			<title>Small</title>
			<description>Being small has never been a problem to meI just live each day as if I am not different at allBut the mocking of my size aches meWhen someone reminds me that I am notAs worthy as they areI am a puddle on the groundWhile they are the oceanI am a tiny rock&amp;nbsp;While they are the boulder&amp;nbsp;That hol..</description>
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			<title>Fall</title>
			<description>Fall to me is like the relative that you love, but hate to seeThe cold- crisp breeze creeps on usThrough our windows while we sleepThe smells of cinnamon-apple pie is baking in the ovenPumpkin spice lattes, oh how I love to hate that tasteAnd as the leaves change colorsAnd the beauty of the trees ar..</description>
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