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			<title>Lies and Lines Version 1</title>
			<description>my first &amp; brief attempt in capturing some of my experiences in a previous chapter of my life. I know it needs a lot of work, but I wanted to get the idea started.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Niki_Disaster/340055/</link>
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			<title>WHY?</title>
			<description>I'm drunk but i can still write</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Niki_Disaster/255035/</link>
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			<title>Random Realizations #1</title>
			<description>Random collection of thoughts to sum up my feelings on a certain someone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Niki_Disaster/250123/</link>
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			<title>Beauty and Grace</title>
			<description>I wrote this about 4 years ago. Found it today. Interesting display of progression.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Niki_Disaster/250077/</link>
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			<title>Echoes and Exits</title>
			<description>there are echoes here like nowhere else. despite the crashing that takes up most of the room there is empty noise. His faint thoughts manage to reach my ears and, whether the ringing is all in my head or not, i respond exactly how i would if he had whispered the words directly to me...&amp;nbsp;The ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Niki_Disaster/250064/</link>
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			<title>A bold First move</title>
			<description>I no longer have an attachment to question marks.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i have unhooked them from my sleeve,released them from my pen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and wish to leave them behind a locked door&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; where no one can see them shaking...one more obstinate obstacle that&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He will no lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Niki_Disaster/250057/</link>
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			<title>Truth is overrated.</title>
			<description>i've got hope for the words of others&amp;nbsp; the ones who tell it like it iswhile i tell it how i know it-&amp;nbsp; which is no competition&amp;nbsp;my belief is that&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; believing gets you nowhere-for only &amp;quot;knowing&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp; is familiar enough with certaintyto facilitate pa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Niki_Disaster/250052/</link>
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			<title>Sanity &amp;lt; Delusion &amp;lt; Narcissism</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I still am&amp;nbsp; somewhereI Have To Be.Right?it's gotten to bedifficult to differentiate between&amp;nbsp; sleep and dreamwake and eyes wide open and unfocusedit's more than i can account for&amp;nbsp; excuses would be trivial compared tothe mountain they were i..</description>
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