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			<title>I Miss You</title>
			<description>I wish you were here.I wish I had realized the importance you played on my psyche when you were alive.It was the bond that a mother has with her children.It cannot be found anywhere else.You didn't always listen well or tell me what I wanted to hear.Sometimes you didn't even say what you should have..</description>
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			<title>The Hole</title>
			<description>I used to think I was placed in this hole recently.The longer I think that and fight to get out of it,The more I think that I've always been in this hole.The Hole is dark and its walls are vertical and impossibly slippery,So much so that I could never scratch my way up and out.The Hole is a solitary..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nosirrommij/902876/</link>
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			<title>If I</title>
			<description>If I wouldn't have done that unspeakable thingWould all be different or the same?&amp;nbsp;If I had had more discipline and commitmentWould you look at me the way you used to instead of the way you do now?&amp;nbsp;If I had kept our vow and honored youWould I still feel as devasted as I do now..</description>
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			<title>No One Knows</title>
			<description>No one knows the struggle in my head,The guilt, the hopelessness.I'd like to blame, or attack...but there is no one else but me.How can the burning of this feeling be soothed?One solution is all I know.It is weak, cowardly and final.Is it the only way out?Is it inevitable? Or is it more weakness and..</description>
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