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		<description>The original writings of author Will Zombie</description>
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			<title>What it has Been</title>
			<description>Something I must have the courage now to show to the world.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/466109/</link>
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			<title>Dream of Aching Forgivness</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I cannot remember this dream well; it isn&amp;rsquo;t a perfect memory that gives me details and meanings to dissect.&amp;nbsp; But I had it last night, and when I woke up my heart broke.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/445037/</link>
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			<title>Companionship</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Companionship&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As a human I feel a general urge to be with a mate, to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/421903/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>I just dont know what to do...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/415924/</link>
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			<title>Opening the Door</title>
			<description>Many things must be gone through to learn who you truly are.&amp;nbsp; Many obstacles and road blocks may prevent you from going certain ways, but even while you are being blocked there are things you may practice.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A hum..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/355433/</link>
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			<title>A Sorrow</title>
			<description>A sorrow always feels like the world crumbling to the one experiencing it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/355430/</link>
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			<title>Complete Confusion</title>
			<description>How do I write, when&amp;hellip;what..tumbling tumbling, down and down.&amp;nbsp;How do words describe&amp;nbsp;They can&amp;rsquo;t&amp;hellip;I can&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;nbsp;I hold my breath and hold something else, a pain in my heart&amp;nbsp;My pain thumps within meI feel it trying to break my rib..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/355428/</link>
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			<title>A Life in My Mind</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/355418/</link>
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			<title>First Regret</title>
			<description>Through out my life people I cared for disappeared.&amp;nbsp; I never quite understood why; why did they want to leave my life like this?&amp;nbsp; I smiled when I thought of her just now.&amp;nbsp; She may know, but really I never showed it in person.&amp;nbsp; How was I to, her situation never a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/348899/</link>
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			<title>Depression</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; D..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/344470/</link>
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			<title>Fear</title>
			<description>My deepest personal fears</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/327790/</link>
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			<title>A fire burns in my palms</title>
			<description>I wrote this and as I did my hands started shaking.  Perhaps from not writing for a time?  Perhaps energy finally found a way to escape my hands?  I do not know. It was an experience though.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/323058/</link>
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			<title>My Truth</title>
			<description>I title this my truth, because it is mine.  If it holds no truth to you I do not ask you to believe it blindly.  I ask you to find your own, and then share it as I have shared mine with you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/287775/</link>
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			<title>A point of my being.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Writing to me is an outlet that is beyond any other.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy the thought of writing my thoughts out before I think or as I think them.&amp;nbsp; It gives me a sense of un filtered I do not encounter in my daily speech.&amp;nbsp; My mind is very much open right now, I feel as if thousands of th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/277886/</link>
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			<title>A Reavilation Rediscovered</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I wept today, and again, and once more my heart flowed through torrents of emotional release.&amp;nbsp; I have been seeing loves and woes before I leave for my paths turn towards a better me.&amp;nbsp; I make plans with those who no matter how small the connection, dear to me.&amp;nbsp; I show them my t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/277885/</link>
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			<title>An Empathic Tale of Love.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Empathy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That day I left that girl.&amp;nbsp; We went through many times and many a good times.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say that she was the first to respond to my hearts shouts, she heard me screaming I wanted to be loved back.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/257704/</link>
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			<title>A Path</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;True enlightenment comes not after one has learned all there is to learn about themselves, not after they learn all there is to learn.&amp;nbsp; True enlightenment comes when a person is able to understand the connection their souls made to this physical plane.&amp;nbsp; When one can see they are si..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/239564/</link>
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			<title>Our Voice</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;What is it to speak?&amp;nbsp; We do it on a regular basis and commonly non stop through out most of our days.&amp;nbsp; But are we speaking with out true voice, the voice inside our heads or are we using a filtered system of words.&amp;nbsp; This filter of ours would take out any ideas and thoughts tha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/239563/</link>
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			<title>My ideas</title>
			<description>A collection of thoughts and ideas for myself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/239562/</link>
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			<title>Disappointing Inspiration</title>
			<description>                                                      Inspiring DisappointmentMy soul turns to energyAnd I turn in all directionsMy vision seems to blur with the raw imageA spinal cord that used to be mine tremblesLimbs of this body release pain and resentmentFinally a heart of p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Incognito839/232055/</link>
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