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			<title>EMT Song</title>
			<description>So we will drink in the woods with our sins all alone. But you weren't happy. So I drank alone, and when I awoke, sin craved on a stone,&quot; Hell only follows and you'll die all alone.&quot;Thought you said we were forever, but I'm here all alone with my sins in my lap. I'm sitting here all alone. Misery lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/875446/</link>
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			<title>Maroon</title>
			<description>I called it Maroon because my friend inspired me to write this, and I didn't know what to call it. So I decided to call it Maroon, since my friend loves Maroon 5 </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/875438/</link>
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			<title>Hurts to Dream</title>
			<description>Sometimes it hurts to dream. when you wake up to find out that it was just a dream, what's the point of dreaming when reality get's harder and harder.Nobody realizes that the people who usually dream, might be ones that are physically or mentally abused, having no self-worth at all.Life is depressin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/875405/</link>
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			<title>New Day</title>
			<description>Ummm I really don't know I feel like this sometimes so I just wrote what I felt.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/875401/</link>
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			<title>Her Cup</title>
			<description>Her cup is full of pain and sorrows. She wish she could pass her cup tp someone else. But instead she will drink her cup. The cup full of pain and sorrows. She drank it all, swallowing every drop.The cup that she just drank with her pain and sorrows inside. It's a cup full of poison. That is slowly ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/875395/</link>
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			<title>Close to them</title>
			<description>I wrote this because of a conversation I had with my friend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/875393/</link>
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			<title>The Feeling of Loneliness Revised</title>
			<description>Just a remake of The Feeling of Loneliness. I don't really know what type of writing this is .I guess free lance writing, poetry,I don't know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/847125/</link>
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			<title>Accept Him</title>
			<description>He's a lonely boy, trying to find his place in this world. He doesn't care what the price or the consequences he might face.He just wants to be accepted in this world. Wants to be accepted for who he is. Can anyone accept him? Will anyone accept him? Accept him, Accept him, Accept him.He's a sad, sa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/845277/</link>
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			<title>Castatrophe of the World and Life</title>
			<description>Dark gray clouds hang over her head getting ready too rain her sorrows. She tries to run for shelter against the rain but there's nowhere to go its starts to rain. Soaking wet from the rain of sorrow. She has nothing to change into, no dry clothes. Her clothes cling to her as do her sorrows. When wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/845275/</link>
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			<title>She's Slipping Away</title>
			<description>This is a poem about loss.This is dedicated to my friend who loss someone dear to him or anyone who loss someone important to them.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/844724/</link>
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			<title>He Still Loves Her</title>
			<description>Loving someone even though that person may have hurt you or pushed you away.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/844722/</link>
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			<title>The Feeling of Loneliness</title>
			<description>It's about feeling lonely. To be honest I don't know what genre this would go in.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BritVent/844720/</link>
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