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			<title>I seem to go crazy</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m pretty crazy, I&amp;rsquo;ll take some bitcoin</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/2019915/</link>
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			<title>Start of my second Decade</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m turning twenty years old tomorrow. Never really thought I would make it past 19. Being a teen was such a f*****g s**t show. I feel like things are changing pretty fast and I can&amp;rsquo;t really grasp everything that is going on at all. I was adopted at ten into some family that thought I ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/860920/</link>
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			<title>Humble Me</title>
			<description>Everything is a challenge. No matter what you come across, a defense is always there to make you back down. My name is Shaun and I have come from a lot of heartbreak, hate, and love. It just matters on what you put your faith and heart into to push you to your limits.I have been really depressed and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/843241/</link>
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			<title>She</title>
			<description>I touch her lips,She doesn&amp;rsquo;t touch back.I touch my head to hers,She pulls away.I try to give her a supple kiss,She turns her back to me.I say &amp;ldquo;I love you.&amp;rdquo;,She just breath&amp;rsquo;s.I suppose it is nothing personal.I wonder where her interest went in me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/843238/</link>
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			<title>The Kid</title>
			<description>The child lost it all,No one to call.Nobody expected him to be the one to get on the ball.Feelings have faded and floated away.He got on his feet, and didn't stop.Thoughts of being jaded have left,&amp;nbsp;He is the one making his payJust a kid that made a change,That one that sagged his pants,Ink that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/839878/</link>
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			<title>Change</title>
			<description>For once I can see,For once I can breath.But like the words that spill from my mouth,I lie here and bleed.This is not just the end of the tunnel,But the beginning of the light,As I grasp these moments,I realize this is just growing up.That life never happened the way I wanted,But this life will be m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/831340/</link>
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			<title>Happy Birthday, It's Time</title>
			<description>Take that syringe from your arm,Put that needle down.Don't worry about the withdrawl. Think about the kids.Think about that last call.You love them,Is this the way you really want to end your life? I know you loved your wife,I know they threw you on the ground,And cuffed you till you bled. But what ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/831276/</link>
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			<title>Undertone</title>
			<description>I am the deciever, I've broken my own dreams.I have torn my heart from its flesh.These self inflicted wounds will be the death of me.Everything that I stood for was a lie I engraved on my neck.What pool of blood and filth have I drank from?As I sit in my own prison cell.Lifeless watching my demons r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/831275/</link>
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			<title>Lets live (Lyrics)</title>
			<description>Build these walls, tear them down, Lets all make something of our lives.These years caught in our minds can get the best of us.Put your sickness aside, rise and fight. There is a war to win.There is a war to conquer.There is a war at hand.It is right where we stand.As we drown in our sorrows, we can..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/831274/</link>
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			<title>Dear Drugs</title>
			<description>I love you and hate you,I never knew when to take a break, until I found myself at the end of a year long break.I never looked at myself as someone I should care about.I destroyed my body with bullshit that I was around and what I took in.Not hating on the drugs, Much love. I just need a break from ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/831272/</link>
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			<title>Drunken' Madness</title>
			<description>It is day, then it is night.My body tingles of a cigarette to my lips.My mind undergoes sensations unimaginable.I shake and tremble from my nervous, anxious self.I walk into the party not knowing half the people there.I look around and smile, I take a shot.I just started, I slide around the crowd tr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/831269/</link>
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			<title>I am a Rose</title>
			<description>I am like the dying rose when Autumn hits.Dormant and dead to the world in the winter.My spirit walks the shadows of hell when I am gone.It feels like a lifetime,But then it is my time to figure out how to grow again.Once I realize spring is here, my mental gets blocked.I gotta push through the dirt..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/831267/</link>
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			<title>Thoughts (Lyrics)</title>
			<description>I've bespoke my theorization to discover who I am, with a parallel power along with dignity.I can't bring it to desolation. My sentiment is what I will stand on end for.I accept this breath, perhaps it may be my last. Take my gaze to the sky.I acquire discourse of the future. My mind has been constr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Shaunyaboi/831265/</link>
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