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		<description>The original writings of author country chick</description>
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			<title>Open my eyes</title>
			<description>Ella is a dress size 18 and cannot even look at her reflection without being revolted. This is the story of how she over comes her self- esteem issues and really sees the world clearer.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1454732/</link>
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			<title>These wounds</title>
			<description>These wounds have gone so long unnoticed to the naked eye.Constantly re-opened, but i just want to say good bye.These wounds are filled with acid and saltThese wounds are in my locked away heartThese wounds were discovered through the tip of my pen.This new attention cound end me but theres no telli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1367702/</link>
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			<title>Huanted</title>
			<description>Writen in 10 minutes and honestly i do not know where it came from. Just a deep longing fo someone who could never want me i assume, but i ussually don't do the rhymeing thing...I hope this is okay.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1360951/</link>
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			<title>I</title>
			<description>The most personal thing i have ever let people know. I honestly don't know how i am bringing my self to post it, but I guess holding it all in hurts more than knowing that anyone can see it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1350744/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>Alone1.&amp;nbsp; WhenI&amp;rsquo;m alone, my thoughts run wild.2.&amp;nbsp; Allthose stories from back when I was a child,3.&amp;nbsp; Theyremind me of the good things, and how I overcame the bad.4.&amp;nbsp; Honestlybeing alone makes me glad.5.&amp;nbsp; Evenwhen tears fall from my eyes,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1300009/</link>
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			<title>Conner tells </title>
			<description>The Next morning I got a phone call from Hector.&quot;Kellie...&quot;, I thought aloud my voice a bit edgy&quot;I am sorry if it was wrong to ask Kellie for your number its just the guys and I wanted to talk to you. Could you meet us at Beast't garage I can text you the address. It is important!&quot; He said nervously..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1298827/</link>
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			<title>Your last second chance</title>
			<description>my ex&amp; I have been dating off and on for almost a year now. We just decided to give it one LAST chance I said no more off and on, then he asked if we could go on a break. And now he has a new girl!?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1293905/</link>
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			<title>Wrong</title>
			<description>this song is kind of everything I am too afraid to say to &quot;him&quot;. I will sing it and post the video on my YouTube channel as soon as I can. To find me on YouTube search Risa Renee.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1291166/</link>
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			<title>Party</title>
			<description>	Guests flooded into my back yard. It was an acre and a half of cleared land with a huge stage seated far back. The band started to play and speakers echoed the amazing electric guitar riff over my whole yard. I was stunned. I had not noticed anyone having an electric guitar in the band. The blonde ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1280562/</link>
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			<title>first encounter</title>
			<description>	The boys from our band were originally in a band of their own.Their band was named &quot;Beast&quot;. They were&amp;nbsp;amazing. I had heard about them from a friend who was actually crushing on Hector; the band's pianist. I&amp;nbsp;hired them to play at my birthday. This is how it went.&amp;nbsp;	The sun was beating ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1181565/</link>
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			<title>The Stage</title>
			<description>	Screams and whistles echoed in my ears as the stage fright settles in. I looked over at Stephen. His pale green eyes met up with mine. He smiled his big cheesy smile at me.&amp;nbsp;	&quot;Come on Sky don't be so nervous you will be fine.&quot;, he said nudging my arm. I smiled reassuringly at him,and looked awa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1175866/</link>
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			<title>Beast</title>
			<description>A story about how Skyler and her band Beauty surrounded by beasts got its start then made it in the music industry.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/1166521/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>no one hereall have gonebut the sun must fadethe tears must dryand i must get on with my lifemy heart may breakbut it cant stop beatingtime moves ontime doesn't stop to heal my woundstime doesn't try to lessen the paintime doesn't need toit has nothing to gaintime doesn't wait for youdoesn't wait fo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CountryGirl4Ever/913821/</link>
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