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		<description>The original writings of author Eva</description>
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			<title>Loved</title>
			<description>Taunted by the laughterOf a lost soulAttached to my sideBuckled into my hipI carry this weight with meLike a child I didn&amp;rsquo;t birthThe burden of a bondSo toxic it burned the ropeIt came from</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/euphoriiae/2077196/</link>
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			<title>Sally</title>
			<description>idk. Wrote it in 5 minutes. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/euphoriiae/2076394/</link>
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			<title>Obsessed revised</title>
			<description>I went more into detail than the last one. I feel like my last one I was just playing around. I tend to cope with humor and this was a subject I&amp;rsquo;ve never opened up to with anyone in my life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/euphoriiae/2076348/</link>
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			<title>Obsessed</title>
			<description>Who would&amp;rsquo;ve known about the effect you would have over me?I&amp;rsquo;ve done gone down this road time and time again Yet you were different, you could see me,Past the facade, past the body, You could really see who I was And I could tell through your eyesYou wanted me cause I was dif..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/euphoriiae/2075367/</link>
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			<title>Nameless</title>
			<description>They say when we die, we die aloneBut I&amp;rsquo;ve never been alone I&amp;rsquo;ve got a voice, that lives with me,I have no idea what it&amp;rsquo;s like to be on my ownIt hinders me, it stops me from being meThen again, do I even know who me is? this voice convinces me I&amp;rsquo;m lonelyAnd pull..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/euphoriiae/2075139/</link>
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			<title>At my core pt.2</title>
			<description>My worst fear is  not being  good enough at what I love best to do...That&amp;rsquo;d be life&amp;rsquo;s most sick jokeBecause it&amp;rsquo;s everything I&amp;rsquo;ve dedicated my life toAnd I&amp;rsquo;ve put so much energy, and passion into itI refuse to let it sink in and turn into s**tAnd I know I&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/euphoriiae/2074081/</link>
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			<title>At my core</title>
			<description>Have you ever just stared beyond what you can see?Stared into empty space and really dug deep into your mental layersAnd realized all the things missing?You feel the emptiness inside youAnd there is no one there listening So you tell yourself,Where&amp;rsquo;s  the love been All my life?..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/euphoriiae/2073944/</link>
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