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			<title>The &quot;perfect life&quot;</title>
			<description>Her life was a fairytale and she had everything she wantedShe hated herself for that, made her feel selfishHow could someone with her life could feel that emptiness inside?It was ridiculous and not at all important, not at all fullfillingKids envied her while she walked to schoolHer nice cars and he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2468188/</link>
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			<title>Laziness </title>
			<description>As she wakes up she feels itThat stubborn habit of hers Making her feel useless and sloppy Obligating everyone to see her as nothing more than lazy The term which combines with failure But never with success Is it her fault? Or is it society&amp;rsquo;s fault?Because one day can be every..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2333190/</link>
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			<title>I had depression</title>
			<description>I overcame mydepressionAnd I do not remembermuchBut I know I was atthe verge of giving upSomehow, I am here todayto tell you that I&amp;rsquo;m finally fine&amp;nbsp;So how does it feel?The thing is that I didn&amp;rsquo;teven knew what it wasIt was always with me,that I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2177654/</link>
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			<title>On being weird</title>
			<description>People always saysthat being different its betterBut they are the oneswho critics the ones who areMaking the whole thinga big paradoxWhich as always end upin nothing..&amp;nbsp;But what is really beingdifferent?How much different dosomeone have to be to enter in this ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2170743/</link>
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			<title>Complicated</title>
			<description>Last year was greatThis year has been s**tAnd its barely begginigThe switch went offThen went onAnd its off againComing harder and harderBut never really leavingBecause of the fear that it might come backIf I got betterWhy am I bad again?Would my parents believe me this t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2164931/</link>
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			<title>Im sorry</title>
			<description>I know a lot of peopleits judging, and I get it. Its alright I say to myself, everyday..Everyday I tell myselfits not a big deal, and that I&amp;rsquo;m overreactingBut after some time,that excuse it&amp;rsquo;s no longer enoughThe worst thing isthat I know I&amp;rsquo;ve been here before, a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2163322/</link>
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			<title>Talk to me</title>
			<description>Maybe its not a big dealYes I might be overreactingAnd its probably not on purposeBut it stills hurtsYou have to understandI see you as my best friendBut I dont think Im yoursSometimes I think you even hate meIts all in my head, I know..But after telling me that everydayIt ju..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2163160/</link>
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			<title>take it as you want</title>
			<description>Isnt it sad? or is it funny?How our life is being playedby fame? by money?The mess we've made.The fraud in yourselfHurtful words that won't changeThe lies we tell to ourselvesUntil everything becomes strange.Trying to fit inBeing everyone's friendThe mask under our skinHow well do we blend?Tiring, s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2153744/</link>
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			<title>Yes I do hate You.</title>
			<description>Do You want to know why I hate You?Well it's easyBasically You fucked me up!While You were healing from your problems, You left me like the broken oneEveryone thought I was the crazy oneWhile I was crying because I didnt want You to harm yourself, everyone thought I was being a drama Que..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2152281/</link>
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			<title>Confused and drunk</title>
			<description>I remember a little, not muchI was drunk and not thinkingDoes that means it was okay?I remeber how he pulled me and kissed meI remember how I didnt even know how to reactI remember him dragging me to a roomI remember me jumping in the bed to sleepThen blackoutI remember his hands on ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2141121/</link>
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			<title>The manipulator</title>
			<description>Am I the crazy one?I&amp;rsquo;ve asked myself this question so many times now and Im just no sure about anything anymore and its all his faultHe made me doubt about everything, and when I say everything is everythingAnd now Im just lost, and I cant trust myself anymore, I know deep down Im the on..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2127547/</link>
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			<title>Trapped</title>
			<description>Trapped in this wallsThis walls that represent my lifeThe life that I should be enjoyingBut enjoying isnt possible anymoreThoughts that ruin everythingThe everything that I always dreamedThis dreams that only stay in my headMy head the one thats killing meTears only come when Im ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2033039/</link>
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			<title>The same</title>
			<description>Because I know everything to well.I look outside my window and nothing ever changes, the same houses, the same neighboors, the same feeling.I look outside to try to feel something... or to try to figure out what exactly Im looking for.Is it me that see everything so simple? So not worth living..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2026192/</link>
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			<title>One day</title>
			<description>A bad day A bad monthA bad yearTo the point you dont have any good days leftYou may have a pinch of a good day but you&amp;rsquo;ll tell yourself that you dont deserve itYou will see photos of yourself of the past and you will ask what went wrong?You will sleep a lot but never enoughPeople..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/2001883/</link>
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			<title>Hope</title>
			<description>Hope.. for some people it might be the best thing on earth, their salvation even. For me hope its a curse, i hate being a girl that constantly hopes for things, I hate dreaming, I hate having positive thoughts, I hate all that because with all the hope comes the whole failure, and some people might ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1988134/</link>
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			<title>My wall</title>
			<description>Im fine right now, because I got help from a wall, this wall keeps all my secrets, regrets, failures, and other bad things. This wall might not stand to long, and I know it will break down, and when it does, then Im going to fall apart. Its triggering how to know when its going to break, but I kno..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1986477/</link>
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			<title>Giving up</title>
			<description>Her mind its a like a clock, a syncronized clock that make her change around people but makes her vulnerables around herself. Her whole world crumbles down when she is left alone, and no its not because she is afraid but because she can be herself.No one understand where she goes when she is not p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1985816/</link>
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			<title>The new girl</title>
			<description>Its weird to see those words in you, those carvings in your legs saying &amp;ldquo;ugly&amp;rdquo;, &amp;ldquo;lazy&amp;rdquo;, &amp;ldquo;useless&amp;rdquo;, &amp;ldquo;lonely&amp;rdquo;, &amp;ldquo;stupid&amp;rdquo;, &amp;ldquo;sad?&amp;rdquo;, and on and on..When you are in a &amp;ldquo;good&amp;rdquo; state of mind its actually astounding because y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1984021/</link>
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			<title>Can&amp;rsquo;t focus</title>
			<description> I dont get how people can go to classes and really focus on it, and yes I do like what I am studying but I just cant focus, and its so annoying.When Im in class all I can think about is really nothing and even tho this might sound weird, its true, Im actually blank at class and sometimes these th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1983196/</link>
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			<title>Whats next?</title>
			<description>I hate what I&amp;rsquo;ve done, what I&amp;rsquo;ve created, its hard to reconstruct something thats been in contruction and adjustments since I can remember. I hate myself, I dont see beauty in this divine creation even tho I should, and I know deep down there might be a light, but its too dark I cant eve..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1982122/</link>
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			<title>A question</title>
			<description>The scariest thought just cross my mind.. lately I been sad, tired,  no motivated, crying and even tho I refused to think is depression, what if it is?, or what if a little of my brain think it is? What If I just begun to pretend like I always do, but this time, what if Im pretending to myself? ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1980334/</link>
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			<title>She&amp;rsquo;s not okay</title>
			<description>Yes she know she is not okay but that doesnt give them the right to look at her like that. She might act as she doesnt care but she does and a lot but sometimes she doesnt want the attention she really needs, she dont want people to see her as weak and instead she want to people see her as a careles..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1980325/</link>
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			<title>Her struggle</title>
			<description>She is broke on the insideNo she is not broke for a boyNeither is she broke for a certain factInstead she really had no idea why she is brokeSo even if she wants to share what she feelsIs diffcult for her to explain howIf she cannot even explain herself whyWich causes her feeling wor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1980085/</link>
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			<title>The hate i feel</title>
			<description>Do I hate?Maybe its just my fateEven tho I dont feel greateI got to get this straightI know that you ateI know that you dont dateAnd I know you hate your weightFor that you are a 0 in your rateFor this is this narrateIn order for you to loose weightIn order for you to communi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1979884/</link>
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			<title>Pretending</title>
			<description>Someone asked me &quot;what would you wish?&quot; Others started to give answers like &quot;be the best doctor&quot;, &quot;have a family&quot;, &quot;be the best soccer player&quot; then it was my turn &quot;i wish....&quot; -&quot;she wish to sleep all day&quot; someone said, i laught pretending it was okay, pretending i really would want that, pretending ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1979822/</link>
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			<title>The rock that livez inside me</title>
			<description>People say analyzing things its a way of relaxation or a way to understand things completely, the thing is that when you analize every single part of yourself you might not like it and Im not talking only about physical looks because we know no one is ever truly satisfied with themselves, I am talki..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1979810/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>I dont like time! I hate time! How is it that Im only 18 and I feel so old? Like all this memories like school, friends, church, camps, all this thing that will never be like they were once before! How is it that time passes but we dont realize it until is too late? We are so worried about the fut..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1979736/</link>
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			<title>Does someone truly knows what</title>
			<description>So depression, a very hard and a common topic this days.. everyone knows what depression is, but how does it feels?In a way its almost imposible to describe it because even tho the symptoms or patterns are the same, the feeliing and experiences that someone gets arent the same not at all because..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Someones/1979735/</link>
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