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			<title>&quot;you always tend to hurt the ones you love&quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;You always tend to hurt the ones you love&amp;rdquo;as if it makes it okay to;say the words and things that you know they hate,scream and cry and fight and argue,do something irrational in the heat of the moment,or slap and physically hurt that person.you do not you cannot hurt the ones you love,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandazaborowski/2071011/</link>
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			<title>i am my own sickness</title>
			<description>with each day that goes byi begin to feel even sicker mentally i am drainedi often hear people sayyou need to destroy whatdestroys you butwhat how am i supposed to destroymyself</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandazaborowski/2071009/</link>
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			<title>Introduction Into My Life</title>
			<description>   I tend to withdraw, retreat, into the safety of my mind where I attempt to mentally prepare each day for the embrace of this world. I generally tend to feel comfortable, at home, within my own realm of thought. However, the problem with me is that although I am comfortable with my inner thoughts,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandazaborowski/2002226/</link>
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			<title>Our Love</title>
			<description>I compare him to the strongest of drugs. He is a drug that day after day, continuously, gets injected into my heart.A drug that keeps me high on days that I lose faith, and feel hopeless.I fear that I'll find comfort in his presence, that I'll get used to this high... And one day he'll awaken to rea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandazaborowski/1978387/</link>
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			<title>Death Within The Shooting Star</title>
			<description>I had wrote this poem awhile back in memory of my beloved, diseased uncle. </description>
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