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			<title>Escape</title>
			<description>You stand thereWithout a careAnd think to yourself&amp;ldquo;Why am I here?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;do I really need to see youafter all that you&amp;rsquo;ve done?Do i except your apology?&amp;nbsp;Or run?&amp;nbsp;I decide to leaveBut your standing right there,Next to me...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768482/</link>
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			<title>Hurt</title>
			<description>You words are sharpBut you're actions are worseI dont know howTo tell you it hurts&amp;nbsp;You yell and hit meWith such strong powerI want to hit you back,But I'll be grounded forever&amp;nbsp;You said you cared&amp;nbsp;But it never showedYou lied to meSo many times in a row&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now im brokenMy heart i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768105/</link>
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			<title>Better Life?</title>
			<description>No more dark basements&amp;nbsp;Where I sit alone and cry&amp;nbsp;and dream at night&amp;nbsp;For a better life&amp;nbsp;Wishing and hoping&amp;nbsp;That someone willFind me.&amp;nbsp;Rescue me.Save me.&amp;nbsp;Ive fought&amp;nbsp;For yearsJust trying to face my fears&amp;nbsp;Im doneI surrenderThe battles overYou won</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768102/</link>
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			<title>Perfect</title>
			<description>You say try harderi say im doing my bestyou say you dontwant &amp;nbsp;to hear the rest&amp;nbsp;i just sit here and cryyou tell me im lying&amp;nbsp;but mom, i sayi cant fake crying&amp;nbsp;you tell me to calm downbut i cant with you around&amp;nbsp;why do you do this to me?this isnt how its supposed to beyour suppos..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768101/</link>
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			<title>Close my eyes</title>
			<description>Close me eyesSay goodbyeI didnt evenHave time to realizeHow much my lifeWas worth&amp;nbsp;It's too late nowTheres not turning backI just close my eyesAnd relax&amp;nbsp;No one notciesNo one cares about meSo i just lie hereAnd dissapear&amp;nbsp;My heart beating slowMy eyes shutting lowgoddbye everoneMy death h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768100/</link>
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			<title>anyone there?</title>
			<description>Alone and scaredIs anyone there?Shec cries at nightDoes anyone care?&amp;nbsp;She wondersIf they hear herIf they love her enoughTo go down stairsAnd tell herThey'll be there&amp;nbsp;One final screamOne final yelpJust to seeIf they will help&amp;nbsp;Still no one comesStill no one caresThey just let her lie the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768099/</link>
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			<title>Fake identity </title>
			<description>I close my eyesSay goodbyeToday is theEnd of my life&amp;nbsp;80 yearsHas been so much funBut now, my death has begun&amp;nbsp;I will miss you allBut God has made&amp;nbsp;His call&amp;nbsp;My heartbeat slowMy eyes shutting lowI take one last breathAnd go&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768098/</link>
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			<title>To my Grandma Dorothy </title>
			<description>I close my eyesSay goodbyeToday is theEnd of my life&amp;nbsp;80 yearsHas been so much funBut now, my death has begun&amp;nbsp;I will miss you allBut God has made&amp;nbsp;His call&amp;nbsp;My heartbeat slowMy eyes shutting lowI take one last breathAnd go&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768095/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>It was timeTime to say goodbyeIm sick of this stupid lifeTime to pick up the knife&amp;nbsp;I put it closeClose to my wristI count to 3And give the kifeA twist&amp;nbsp;I scream&amp;nbsp;I moanFrom all the blood&amp;nbsp;That has shone&amp;nbsp;I slowly put&amp;nbsp;Down the knifeThat has ended my life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768092/</link>
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			<title>Why wasnt it me?</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abby-Whitaker/768090/</link>
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