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			<title>She Believed</title>
			<description>	When she was fourteen, she believed she was invincible. She believed that even though people could hurt her they wouldn't because they loved her. She believed that what she was doing wasn&amp;rsquo;t wrong. She believed there was no way out of the pit she had dug. She believed there was only one option..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ramseyxo/1990352/</link>
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			<title>this is why</title>
			<description>This is whyI don&amp;rsquo;t trust peopleThis is whyI put up wallsThis is whyI wish you would have told me the truthYou liedAbout those girlsYou liedAnd said I was the only oneYou liedAnd said you loved meYou promisedYou wouldn&amp;rsquo;t hurt meYou promisedYou wouldn&amp;rsquo;t cheatYou promisedYou loved meC..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ramseyxo/1988506/</link>
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			<title>I Am</title>
			<description>I am emotional, sympathetic&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;wonder why I'm here&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;hear ringing in my ears&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;see shadows of people&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;want reason&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;am emotional, sympathetic&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;pretend I'm happy&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;feel empty&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;touch others'&amp;nbsp;hearts&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ramseyxo/1986534/</link>
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			<title>A.R.P.</title>
			<description>Physically,you aren't here.Mentally,&amp;nbsp;you never leave.&amp;nbsp;i am safer with you aroundeven though you're only in my mind.i write your name on my wristthe black ink staining my skinit's my protection,&amp;nbsp;my barrierfrom the horrid world.My safety,my wall,from anything that will hurt me.i trace y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ramseyxo/1983278/</link>
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			<title>Of Mice and Men Literary Analysis</title>
			<description>analysis of loneliness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ramseyxo/1983271/</link>
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			<title>The One For The Prince</title>
			<description>The queen of&amp;nbsp;Khaezovia&amp;nbsp;sat in her magnificent throne, twirling her hair on her finger. &quot;Guard,&quot; she&amp;nbsp;called. A&amp;nbsp;man in a pristine uniform marched over to her, and took a knee at the base of the queen's throne.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Your majesty,&quot; he said, still bowing to the beautiful queen.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ramseyxo/1980231/</link>
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			<title>Unfinished One</title>
			<description>I watched him every day. Every single day. I knew where his classes were. I knew which car he drove, and where he parked. I knew who he sat with at lunch, and who he walked with down the halls. I learned about him by watching him. He was majestic, like a beautiful flower in a field of weeds.There wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ramseyxo/1976601/</link>
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			<title>The Journal</title>
			<description>I was heading off to college out of state, so I probably wouldn&amp;rsquo;t see my beloved grandmother for a long time. My dad had suggested that I spend my last weekend here with her. So, there I was, sitting with my grandmother, reminiscing about the past. I enjoyed hearing her stories. They filled me..</description>
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