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		<description>The original writings of author Broken Warrior</description>
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			<title>Forever Valentine</title>
			<description>To my Valentine</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/2766236/</link>
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			<title>The Reality</title>
			<description>a general view</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/599813/</link>
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			<title>Just a Wish</title>
			<description>Just a wish</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/469074/</link>
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			<title>Deliverance</title>
			<description>Experience, trials,fears,worries,doubts,agony,joy?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/402937/</link>
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			<title>&quot;All is Vanity&quot;</title>
			<description>You give to lose.You help to be rejected.You work to gain nothing.Live to die.Eat to get hungry.Laugh to cry.Wake up to go to sleep.Achieve to lay waste (for nothing is of use after life)Fall in love to fall apart.Give your heart and never get it back.Tell the truth, to hear a li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/377303/</link>
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			<title>One Sided-Blind Sided</title>
			<description>How unfair life is, for a man.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/377296/</link>
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			<title>Struggle</title>
			<description>Written by spur of the moment. Just a reflection (yet again) on me.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/373830/</link>
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			<title>Comfort</title>
			<description>Product of LOVE</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/372849/</link>
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			<title>Futile</title>
			<description>Stupidity has been the engine of my motives.Falsehood has instructed my choices.Suffering has bound me to bondage.Pain has escorted me to pain.This is so funny. Given all of me to be left with none of me. No memory of me.Love has gone unseen, unfealt, unappreciated.So now..It's clear t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/356557/</link>
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			<title>A Love Story</title>
			<description>The best description is no description. Your interpretation is enough.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/355937/</link>
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			<title>Past</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/340509/</link>
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			<title>Who am I (Epiphany)</title>
			<description>...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/339028/</link>
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			<title>Mourning</title>
			<description>Noone lives a life without mourning. As a matter of fact, its mourning that really influences the choices made by the mass, this merely traverses the terrain of mourning.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/336576/</link>
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			<title>Mirrors</title>
			<description>Scrambled thoughts put in a simple manner!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/329012/</link>
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			<title>Guilt</title>
			<description>A guilty conscience.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/326334/</link>
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			<title>Given up</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/312191/</link>
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			<title>Queries of a Christian</title>
			<description>Simply the questions many young and old Christians ask.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/311238/</link>
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			<title>In Search of Rest</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/307110/</link>
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			<title>A Writer's Cry</title>
			<description>The inmost thoughts a writer goes through, the side of the poem expressed that none see, hear nor is recorded.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jjohnjbell/305101/</link>
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			<title>The Unique Depression</title>
			<description>How pleasant...The thought of a scenario,In which both partakers of the act entertain each one's faults,Who views the neggative as a chance to further proclaim their emotion,Just an emotion!Why, can one claim LOVE when one acts on thoughts, desires, feelings,ideas?Such is..</description>
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