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			<title>Wrath</title>
			<description>All I see is lipstick stainsAll I feel is revenage and painAll I know is you're cheating in veinAll I see is lipstick stainsWalked up to your front porchRegretting what I said beforeWhile you were out with your whoreI finally made it to the doorAll I see is lipstick stainsAll I feel is revenage and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2011450/</link>
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			<title>Sinful Thoughts</title>
			<description>Sinful thoughts filled my mindthoughts i shouldnt be thinkingI wanted to feel you lips on mineTo feel what is was like to be wanted for one nightYou hand me a drink Thought you were kinda of sweetWondering what was underneath your maskThings are moving so fastYour eyes so darkI know whats in your he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2011160/</link>
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			<title>S**t</title>
			<description>Nights spent in different bedsTrying to get out of her headShe felt so ashamedBut didnt know how to stopAlcohol filled her veins To numb herself so she didnt feel the painEvery night turned out the sameShe laid there, LifelessDisgusted by herself No amount of showers could wash away the lonelinessNo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2011158/</link>
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			<title>F**k this s**t im out.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; F**k this thing people call life&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A world that was..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2010937/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four: Cheating</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; After two horrible heartbreaks, I decided to reopen my tinder account. No, not to find love but to find an ecsape from this s****y word. A world where nothing ever good happens ,at least not for me. I scroll through my tinder Caleb pops up. Curiously, I look through his p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2010934/</link>
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			<title>Monster</title>
			<description>Disguised in a shape of a manWho walks the streets with everyone elseNot the kind of monster youd find under your bedBut the kind that could get into your headHe makes you feel specialHe abuses you But you stayScared to go awayHe owns youAs fear fills your mindHes in controlAnd He will never let go</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2010916/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Three: Sexy Married Man</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By the time i hit the age of 17 years old a senior in highschool, I was able to do about anything i wanted to. I went out to the music festival the same stupid music festival they throw every year but this one was different. As I look up to the stage I saw him. He stood there tal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2010859/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two: Highschool Sweetheart.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So i met my highschool sweet heart the way everyone in the 2000's does Tinder. An app that lets girls like me post pictures looking completely different just to be judged by a million men and maybe get lucky getting one guy that you match with. Thats exactly how i met the man of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2010690/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One: Destructive Family.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Losing your virginity is supposed to be special. You know how girls always dream of this perfect man who sweeps her off her feet, puts rose peddles on the ground and flowers on the bed, vanilla scented candles fills the a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2010659/</link>
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			<title>Wendys Girl</title>
			<description>This is a short story about a young womens life and hardships.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sunwizz/2010551/</link>
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