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			<title>Moon</title>
			<description>There's a melancholic moon out tonightIt looms over this miserable nightIt's been a long drawn out fightI sliced my wrists with a knifejust so I could see some light.There's a melancholic moon out on this endless night.I'm crying on the bathroom floor surrounded by my own blood.Maybe if I stay long ..</description>
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			<title>I spend too much time alone</title>
			<description>I spend too much time aloneit gives me time to overthinktil my head wants to explodejust wish sometimes i could forget i'm humanand how f*****g depressing that isthe world will end one of these daysand I cant give a shitIm trying to stay alivebut whats the point if you just survive?just want to diss..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandagray/2103421/</link>
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			<title>gods are for suckers</title>
			<description>Who will take my soulwhen my body's in the ground?Or do we go nowherewith no soul to be found?Is there a purposeto this life we're living?Or are we just floating'til we reach the end?Is there a heavenand is there a hell?I'd go anywhereafter I fell.To not existis the worst I can think of.After I'm go..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandagray/2103416/</link>
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			<title>The River</title>
			<description>In the river,I am most contentbut still,I swim under a melancholic moon.All my life,I pondered how to be rid of the moon in my riverI realize nowtrue happiness is to sink to the bottom.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandagray/2099643/</link>
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			<title>Ledge</title>
			<description>I'm on a ledge. Everything is okay on the ledge but below me looms a deep, dark ocean. I am not a good swimmer. When I fall in, which happens often, I desperately tread water until I find my way back up on the ledge. But one of these days, I am going to fall in and I won't be able to find my way bac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandagray/2097286/</link>
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			<title>Poison</title>
			<description>I thought you were my drug,turns out you're just poison.But sometimes you can't help but miss what's bad for youmaybe love it even.But there's only so much you can takebefore you overdoseand even on your deathbed,you need just one more dose.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandagray/2097281/</link>
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			<title>Locked Cages</title>
			<description>You were the only constant,My safe haven.They tore us apart,and that's when I caved in.I numbed myselfand just let it happen.Seeing the pain in your eyesalmost killed me back then.After these long years,I've thawed out my brain.I feared the love might be gone.But my feelings are the same,I just pray..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandagray/2097260/</link>
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			<title>The Bottom</title>
			<description>Constantly clawing my way to the top.I grew tired.I rest here at the bottom.It has grown difficult to see the light at the top.I fear if I stay too long,I will get too comfortable at the bottom.I am losing motivation.I may be stuck here forever.But I just rest here at the bottom.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandagray/2097259/</link>
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			<title>Fountain of Youth</title>
			<description>I took a drink from the fountain of youth.But my soul kept aging.I have lived hundreds of years in this youthful bodyI have grown sick of it nowand am prepared to perish.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amandagray/2097258/</link>
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