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			<description>wrote this a month or 2 ago so yeahh. rating it mature because of some swearing and junk</description>
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			<title>Baby Scars</title>
			<description>What would happen if I just closed my eyes for a second,and dreamed that everything was okay-that there was no bad in the world,that no one hated me,and that everything was perfect?When I would open up my eyes, would that dreambe a reality?&amp;nbsp;Probably not.But that doesn't stop me from trying.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/usedtobeaboy/967144/</link>
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			<title>What Am I Doing?</title>
			<description>I don't get what I'm doing so wrong.Why is all of this happening to me?What am I doing to deserve this?I know that life will get better.I know that I will make new friends.&amp;nbsp;I know that I won't remember any of this when I'm 30.I know I'm gonna live.I know I'm gonna be alright.But why can't that ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/usedtobeaboy/939541/</link>
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			<title>This City</title>
			<description>I`m gonna get away from here one day.I`m gonna figure out what I wanna do with my life,and leave.You`re gonna regret what you did one day.You`re gonna apologize and I`m gonna walk away.I`m gonna be something one day.I`m gonna be what you never were.I`m gonna leave this place one day,and start my lif..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/usedtobeaboy/935109/</link>
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			<title>Me VS. The World</title>
			<description>I don't really know what happened.I guess everyone just got bored of me.All of those so-called friends got annoyed.All of those people I loved so much gottired of me.All I know now, is that no one is by my side.There are no friends to laugh with.There is no family to turn to.&amp;nbsp;Everyone left me.I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/usedtobeaboy/926664/</link>
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			<title>Who's Gonna Cry At Your Funeral? </title>
			<description>This is what you did:You spat on my reputation.You laughed at my mistakes.You made a fool out of me.You insulted everyone I ever loved.&amp;nbsp;You lied.You took all of my trust and threw it away.You never cared.You never apologized for what you did.So don't sit there, with a stupidlook on your stupid ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/usedtobeaboy/926164/</link>
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			<title>Hiding You Was The Biggest Mistake</title>
			<description>The door creaked openas we laid there.And I hid you under thebed.&amp;nbsp;We aren't supposed to behere, but who's to blame us?In a while they're gonna&amp;nbsp;understand.They're gonna see us and&amp;nbsp;regret what they said.&amp;nbsp;Hiding you under all of mylies, was the biggest mistakeof all.Being too afraid..</description>
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