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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>What is the meaning of life?Isn&amp;rsquo;t that the eternal question.From the moment we wake to the moment we drift to sleepWe are immersed in noise.Constant noise.&amp;nbsp;Demands, complaints, compliments -&amp;nbsp;Everyone has their own idea of what&amp;rsquo;s right.&amp;nbsp;Their own idea of our meaning.&amp;nbsp;T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chloejyork/2761067/</link>
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			<title>Timebomb</title>
			<description>My life is spiraling out of control,Yet all I am capable of is laughter.I laugh all day longLike I have no cares in the world-While inside,I&amp;rsquo;m dying.I hold my head high, So no one will notice my pain.I laugh all day long,To prevent myself from crying.But who can keep up such a facade?Not I.And..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chloejyork/2096331/</link>
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			<title>The future so unclear</title>
			<description>I fly through the sky above the cloudsAnd I wonderWhere am I going?What have I left behind?A turmoil of emotions In my heart and mind. Future unclearLike the clouds belowIn the world aroundWhat do I know?It&amp;rsquo;s a one-way ticket There&amp;rsquo;s no turning backT..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chloejyork/2060385/</link>
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			<title>Life as a Storm</title>
			<description>Like a hurricanePassing over the vast oceanA whirlpool of destructionA turmoil of emotionThe uncertainty of the futureWreaking havoc on the presentThe sea of instability Rising a rapid ascentThunder and lightningPain that won't seem to stopThen at last the clouds roll backAnd all that is left is one..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chloejyork/2032329/</link>
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			<title>The Hurricane Within</title>
			<description>long, brown, curly, hair;a pale, round, face;soft - but chapped -rosy pink lips;a symetrical,curved nose;eyes the color ofa stormy sea;and careful, gently, arching brows...a pimple above one brow;red spots dotting the chin;conceled dark circles below the eyes;and a scar - like a moon -on her cheek.a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chloejyork/2005475/</link>
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			<title>Shame</title>
			<description>Like a rockPressing on my chestIt is painful.It is always thereNo matter how hard I tryIt is unavoidable. Few accomplishmentsFrom the long list of goals I madeIt is disappointing. The pain spreads out from my chestIt takes over every thought I suppress the tears. Or a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chloejyork/1991940/</link>
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			<title>Overwhelmed </title>
			<description>Time passes,Like a car on a long, straight, road.My mind freezes,Like traffic on a narrow, crowded, road.My future is unclear,Like driving on a dark, foggy, road.But how do I keep moving?Like a car barreling down an open highway.Driving,No thinking.Driving, Without ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chloejyork/1991918/</link>
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			<title>Never Ceasing</title>
			<description>Every day I lie.I fake every secondWith a smile and sincerity.But what do I really feel?Even I don&amp;rsquo;t know.My mind is chaosSpiraling and storming,Never ceasing.Forget about dreamingBecause your thoughts are your nightmares.Never ceasing,Your doubt and worry,The feeling of constant failure.Knowi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chloejyork/1965284/</link>
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