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		<description>The original writings of author Cer</description>
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			<title>Cost Of Comfort</title>
			<description>Wrote this as a witness to what's happening around the world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/3130431/</link>
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			<title>Passing thoughts</title>
			<description>When I open up the paper&amp;nbsp;Or turn on the screen.All the news is filled with&amp;nbsp;horror and agony.Their pain exceeds&amp;nbsp;the ink in our pens.I wonder whether there&amp;rsquo;s an end&amp;nbsp;to this tragedy.If the path one walks&amp;nbsp;is supposed to have thorns.Why are some met ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/3123739/</link>
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			<title>Bliss</title>
			<description>How ironic that this world is comforting yet suffocating at the same time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2963416/</link>
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			<title>Will there be flowers in my funeral?</title>
			<description>I hate the places I go to,after I fall into depression.I hate the places I go to,when I fall into this never ending loop of hopelessness&amp;nbsp;and despairI think I'm overdue for a repair.Brain damage,haemorrhage,&amp;nbsp;fell from the carriage of my mirage.Head hurting,&amp;nbsp;heart throbbing,&amp;nbsp;my mus..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2962072/</link>
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			<title>Clarity</title>
			<description>My mundane life is mixed with my empty facade of reality.My masks all merge into one big cry for humanity.The jar is full of insincerity&amp;nbsp;Everyone&amp;rsquo;s on about chastity.But really, no one wants to reveal their immorality.Screams are silenced like in a dimly lit hall of a library,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2961440/</link>
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			<title>Done with ts</title>
			<description>Maybe it&amp;rsquo;s the beauty of this monochromatic lifewhere I stopped expecting the colours&amp;nbsp;and started admiring&amp;nbsp;the black and whites.The nights are silent like a light melody,&amp;nbsp;where I sit&amp;nbsp;and think of the past memories.The mornings go by&amp;nbsp;with no time to th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2960724/</link>
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			<title>The Background </title>
			<description>One of my first poems that still gets me and doesn't cringe me out </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2958123/</link>
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			<title>Silent crime</title>
			<description>free verse during class lol</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2957527/</link>
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			<title>Which is better?</title>
			<description>just a passing thought</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2957411/</link>
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			<title>A Talk with Self</title>
			<description>The talks I have with myself when I feel like giving up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2956554/</link>
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			<title>To my comfort and my chaos</title>
			<description>For my person, my reason to keep going in life &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2956000/</link>
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			<title>Apparent Normal</title>
			<description>A poem laced with my frustration about the grind, the pressure to smile and the way everyone's made this the norm is just absurd.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2955294/</link>
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			<title>My Roses </title>
			<description>Emotions I feel,&amp;nbsp;are like a threadEasy to break&amp;nbsp;but strong enough to be held&amp;nbsp;Gentle,&amp;nbsp;not rough,&amp;nbsp;they like to be handled with careReminded,&amp;nbsp;that they&amp;rsquo;re nothing but fairIf I give them to you,&amp;nbsp;they&amp;rsquo;re nothing but true.Wrapped with love&amp;nbsp;and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2955040/</link>
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			<title>Your Voice</title>
			<description>Feelings are human and there is no proper role designated to anyone, so live, laugh, cry, dress how you want. Life is too short to live trying to fit into standards that can never define you &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2954552/</link>
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			<title>This Kinda Love</title>
			<description>Love isn't as simple as breathing, but as complex as time. Something that can't be turned  or brought back, it's something we have to cherish while it lasts ~&amp;#9825;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2952697/</link>
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			<title>2AM What If thoughts</title>
			<description>A silent hope to grow up and become someone I can admire ~&amp;#9825;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2952433/</link>
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			<title>Fireworks</title>
			<description>Just a nothing little written by a nothing person, it's nothing but everything at the same time T-T</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2951970/</link>
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			<title>The Tired Heart</title>
			<description>A small tale of a tired heart put in the race where its worth was always questioned. But don't worry, this poem isn't where I tell it to give up, but go on till the very end ~&amp;#9825;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ceridwin/2951703/</link>
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