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		<description>The original writings of author Circadian</description>
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			<title>Chapter I</title>
			<description>	I didn't want to die. God, god, I didn't, I thought as I typed yet another smiley face. There were so many things left to do...I had an English test tomorrow! I had to take the dog out! Why the hell was I already flying higher than Everest, then?	Maybe it was that I knew I had no solace in people. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circadian/1041146/</link>
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			<title>A Love Song for Someone You Don't</title>
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			<title>With the Fallen</title>
			<description>For every life taken eleven years ago, this is for you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circadian/1035965/</link>
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			<title>Sick</title>
			<description>Pretty much a life story I've kept secret all these years, but I'm tired of trying to keep it hidden.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circadian/1034972/</link>
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			<title>Lines</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;march in lineOne foot, two footRollings stepsReed&amp;nbsp;to my lips&amp;nbsp;I write in linesWords meaning everythingSometimes nothingFearlessly unerased&amp;nbsp;I hold the lineBarely a weightClutched in my handIs that all it is?&amp;nbsp;I make the linesMarred in whiteRegretfully stainedPermanent&amp;nbsp;I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circadian/1034380/</link>
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			<title>Not a Miracle</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circadian/1030665/</link>
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			<title>Look Again</title>
			<description>Look at yourself.You're sitting in a park, laughing with friends as the snow falls in little piles in your hair and on the shoulders of your not-quite-warm-enough sweatshirt. Laughing as he goes to slide out on the frozen pond only to be met with a faceful of ice and a bloody nose. The six of you, h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Circadian/1028718/</link>
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			<title>Black n Blue</title>
			<description>Basically my commentary on a certain type of people nowadays. </description>
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