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			<title>With The Man I Love</title>
			<description>He was kissing me so passionately that I could not breathe. I can't believe he kissed me! The man of my dreams! As if awakened from a dream, I proceeded to hug his back to bring our bodies close together. I can't let this moment slip past! Oh no, what's gonna happen next, I thought as I kept my eyes..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/2812461/</link>
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			<title>Things I Learn About Life</title>
			<description>Hopefully this will benefit anyone who reads this, and help them enjoy and live life to the fullest guided by wisdom</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1887450/</link>
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			<title>My Husband</title>
			<description>We met not so long ago, and a year or so later we became husband and wife. It was a &quot;crush at the first sight&quot; for me, but maybe not so for you.You swept me off my feet with your charm and kind manners the first the I met you. We were working in a restaurant and that's the place we met. I was st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1884334/</link>
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			<title>On This Solitary Night</title>
			<description>On this lonely nightI can't quite call it solitary, isn't it?Because I'm not aloneI have my lover with meBut we're not exactly in the same roomHe's spent the past hour in the bathroom And as I started to pen this downI finally heard the shower running My mother suspected himTo st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1854722/</link>
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			<title>Ex-Boyfriend</title>
			<description>My heart skipped a beat when I heard him arose. After which I can feel my heart pounding. It's pounding in fear, for some reasons unknown to me. He's an ex-boyfriend, but why did I feel as if he is going to eat me alive. Being an intuitive person, I could feel his burning hatred, anger and frustrati..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1521781/</link>
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			<title>How I Really Feel</title>
			<description>You know what I really feel?I think she is more suitable to be your partner than me.I see the way when you were with her, and I feel guilty that I had to be jealous. You were so happy, carefree, and you laugh alot. The whole corridor lit up when you were joking with her. And you have the same ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1480468/</link>
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			<title>Dental Love Story</title>
			<description>&quot;Are you the new dentist?&quot;, the voice of the man in the corner was directed at me. I had caught a glimpse of the owner. He seemed to be in his late twenties, with spiky bushy hair. He was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, which suits the hot weather of Darwin. He does not have the most athletic b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1464129/</link>
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			<title>Argument with My Brother </title>
			<description>Today I had an argument with my brother.I told him not to feel bad if we have arguments. Arguments are common, and they are actually opportunities to bring the people closer and better understand each other's perspectives when resolved well. Tensions often build up and explode into an argument, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1386387/</link>
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			<title>The Irony of a Christ Follower</title>
			<description>When I make the decision to follow Jesus and be His disciple, we're told just the good stuffs. It entices us with the promises of God in which we will become His sons and daughters and God will love us and take care of us for the rest of our lives. He will never forsake us or abandon us and He has a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1375598/</link>
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			<title>Emptiness</title>
			<description>Empty.It's been awhile since I feel empty.Chronic emptiness. Gnaws at my soul,ever since you've been gone.Are you the one who left,or am I the one who walked away?Either way we are no longer as close as before.Am I the&amp;nbsp;one who abandon you?Blaming you for the things that've become?Attributing al..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1354442/</link>
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			<title>You Who Take My Breath Away</title>
			<description>You who take my breath away! Listen please listen, to reasons why I like you soo soo much!!I chuckled and shook my head in embarassment. Where should I begin? Are there too many reasons, that make me like you, or is my brain dulled, and I become&amp;nbsp;dumbstruck with your charm? Or am I just selfishl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1354436/</link>
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			<title>The Virtues</title>
			<description>Happiness and satisfaction is life are found in living for purposes outside of ourselves. Selfishness- living to satisfy only our own needs and desires, lead to unhappiness and disatisfaction in life. Find things that you enjoy doing, and do it as often as you can. Find things that you are good at a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1347824/</link>
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			<title>The Heart</title>
			<description>The Little Snail and Her DreamsThere was once a little snail. She was born with a shell over her shoulders, which she had to carry with her day and night, wherever she went. As she grew older, she began to resent her predicament of having to carry it all her life.When she looked up at the bushes, sh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1320140/</link>
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			<title>On Life</title>
			<description>John 21Boat + Fishermen + Net + Water = No FishSame boat + Same fishermen + Same net + Same water + Word from the Lord = Success- Plenty of Fish&quot;The Word of the Lord is a lamp unto my path&quot;Let the Word of God guide our paths towards success.&quot;For I know the thoughts I think towards you&quot;, said the Lor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1320139/</link>
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			<title>On Self</title>
			<description>&quot;In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God....All things were made through him.Without him was not anything made that has been made.In him was light, and the life was the light of all men.&quot;~John 1~So it seems that God &quot;spoke&quot; us and living things into existence, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1320132/</link>
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			<title>If I Become Famous...</title>
			<description>Random thoughts and revelations that came to my mind since adolescents, inspired by wisdom and the Holy Spirit</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1320126/</link>
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			<title>If the Bible is the Word of God...Why is it So Old...Ancient...and Boring?..</title>
			<description>Who reads the Bible? It is quite well-known that Christians and Catholics are greatly encouraged to read the Bible, in fact &quot;every day is a good day to read the Bible&quot;! &quot;As long as it is called today!&quot;, as some cliche Bible-reading campaign slogans might read. The Bible is said to be God's word, the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1268116/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Remove the plank from your eyes, so you can see better to remove the speck from your brother's eyes</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1254378/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Better is he who controls oneself, than one who subdues a city...&quot;</title>
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			<title>&quot;Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast....&quot;</title>
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			<title>&quot;In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth...&quot;</title>
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			<title>What I Hope My Children Would Know...</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1254371/</link>
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			<title>on Friendships</title>
			<description>It's incredible how some people can connect so easily with one another. Like we just &quot;click&quot; and the friendship chemistry is great. Whereas with some people you try to be as nice and as polite to them as much as possible but they just won't click. Somehow there's still that river-wide barrier betwee..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1242150/</link>
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			<title>My Views and Beliefs about Life, the World and God</title>
			<description>I'm sure many of you will hold different views to these. I am not trying to convert you, just presenting these so we can challenge each other's views to arrive at the truth. Feel free to comment.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1201002/</link>
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			<title>After a While...</title>
			<description>Struggles in life, and the beauty of life...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1099728/</link>
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			<title>More Than Just a Name</title>
			<description>Is it selfish to want to have a good reputation? Many people want to make a name for themselves. In other words they want to be famous. Why do they want to be famous? Because they want to feel validated as a person. They want to be acknowledged, appreciated, celebrated, loved, even admired. Corr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1061945/</link>
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			<title>Anger</title>
			<description>Its seed is prideThat planted itself deepBut you are not aware ofBecause it was just a sporeIt stems out confidenceThat makes you secureAnd yes so sureUndetectedIts veins and branchKeep on growingTill they form a webYour vision is obscuredSo what you seeIs just their ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1061427/</link>
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			<title>Who is This Person?</title>
			<description>Invasion by another being, spirit.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1037652/</link>
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			<title>Monologue of a Broken Heart</title>
			<description>I miss you. I long to hear your voice again. Your deep, soothing voice. The way you talk to me was so gentle, soothing, and I can feel your caring soul radiating from your voice, and from the warmth of your gaze. It fills me up and warms me inside. I'm addicted to you. I long to talk to you again, t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1031381/</link>
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			<title>Three Hours in The Life of a Dental-Wanna- Be </title>
			<description>&quot;Tick tock tick tock&quot;, the clock kept ticking, but Jason could not hear the sound it made. He had alot of things in my mind already to be paying attention to that clock. He should probably do though, because before he knew it, time just slipped past his fingers.Yes his fingers. They were covered in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mi_T/1014709/</link>
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