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			<title>You were never there</title>
			<description>I remember glimpses of you growing up, but not glimpses of you at my softballs games or my volleyball games or any of my track meets.Not glimpses of you from my sixth-grade graduation or any of my Honor Roll hand outs, not from my talent shows or even birthday parties.I remember glimpses of you from..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraR/2018840/</link>
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			<title>To The One I Let Get Away.</title>
			<description>To the one i let get away, you warned me this would happen...That there would come a day i'd realized what i had lost and that i'll miss you more than anything.I hope one day you can learn to forgive me for not loving you with all that i could've, and I'm ashamed to say i wasn't into the position to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraR/2014817/</link>
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			<title>Hapy Valentines Day</title>
			<description>Happy Valentines Day to the one i loved upmost of all....</description>
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			<title>What Is Anxiety Like?</title>
			<description>This poem is just a short poem I wrote in my free time one day when my friend had asked me what it was like to have anxiety and I couldn't give her the complete answer I wanted to but I tried.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SierraR/2014006/</link>
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			<title>I Once Knew A Little Girl</title>
			<description>I once knew a little girl, but she wasn't so little.You see, she wore short skirts and crop tops and gold hoop earing that screamed hoochie mama.She walked on six-inch nails and engraved her face with society's new trend every other week.She thought these new trends would make her new friends but he..</description>
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