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			<title>Anger</title>
			<description>The anger grows deeper it becomes me.it engulfs me.Just like the deeper a cut is to an armBleeding from every single solitary pore!!Cutting deeper into the heart of love,killing it slower and slower.as it bleeds threw. dieing and in pain. I BECOME NUMB! STOP! But the cut deepens within. Blood and so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IrishSaint0771/1044900/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>Just felt alone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IrishSaint0771/1033180/</link>
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			<title>I'm Sorry I Fucked up.</title>
			<description>I'm sorry i fucked up,I was wrong. I'm sorry i fucked up,I was hurt.I'm sorry I fucked up,I was sad.I'm sorry i fucked up,I was bleedingI'm sorry I fucked up,I am dead. </description>
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			<title>Always Till The End</title>
			<description>The red river flows, Where the grass doesn't grow. IMean you harmbut with these scars. LoveIs everything I have, But nothing I give.YouDeserve more,and I deserve less. AlwaysTill the,End.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IrishSaint0771/1004450/</link>
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			<title>Psycho</title>
			<description>The feeling your going to go mad one day and you cant help it... </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IrishSaint0771/972104/</link>
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			<title>Laying here</title>
			<description>Laying in bed thinking of her. so far away but yet so close.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IrishSaint0771/967833/</link>
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			<title>Walk through the door</title>
			<description>I went to my Fiancee's prom I wanted to right about it. :p</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IrishSaint0771/967644/</link>
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			<title>Game</title>
			<description>Just like to game </description>
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