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		<title>Astrid Alexander | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/WriteAllTheThing</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Astrid Alexander</description>
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			<title>Knowledge, wisdom and life in general.</title>
			<description>I</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1168536/</link>
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			<title>Lying</title>
			<description>It's really easy to lie. It's easy to tell people that you're ok when you're really not. It's easy to fake the smile when inside you feel constant pain. It's easy to lie. Lie to your doctor, the one that can get you on the mess that you know you need. One day, I will get them maybe. I can't though, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1146968/</link>
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			<title>A short poem for a pain in my a*s</title>
			<description>Yesterday the person I used to live with got in a fight with the person I currently live with. And she got punched one and said s**t about it and how shes lucky 'she doesn't have a concussion'. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1140630/</link>
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			<title>People</title>
			<description>I'm done with people. I can't handle the fact that everything that seems good goes wrong. I'm just done with the human race as a whole thing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1140370/</link>
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			<title>So, better than I thought</title>
			<description>BOYSOh boys how ou make us girls go crazy. Right so, I have no problem with guys, they're nice and s**t. The thing is, I find it that us girls usually go for the guy that are way up there out of our league, after several rejections, we drop out standards way too far down. Then we realise we're goi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1139183/</link>
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			<title>Depression.</title>
			<description>This is my opinion on depression.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1137538/</link>
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			<title>This feels like the worst thing ever</title>
			<description>I F*****G HATE SCHOOL THE TEACHERS ARE OBLIVIOUS AND BECAUSE ITS A SMALL TOWN IF YOU'RE NOT RICH AND AREN'T NORMAL NO ONE GIVES A F**K. I have wanted to kill myself every day I went to school since midway last year. I still do, I thought I was close, I thought I would be fine. The teachers ignore yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1137476/</link>
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			<title>My Weakness.</title>
			<description>I hate my weak moments. I hate them so much, I can't even fathom what has happened, it's s**t. I have been a relapsing anorexic. I can't handle it this time is worse than the rest it's been building up slowly so very slowly. I didn't even realise that it was getting this bad. I can't even eat, I tri..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1136906/</link>
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			<title>Job.</title>
			<description>I'm moving to a city soon with a few of my fiends and I desperately need a job. I have been told by my English teacher that I give great advice, and I know of nowhere around where I live that does advice columns. I was looking for somewhere online, but I cant find much. The think is ill e paying mor..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1132154/</link>
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			<title>At school.</title>
			<description>I hate peopleThey tell me not to do what I wan when it comes to something dad like suicide and when it comes to something good like following my dreams. But what I my dreams are suicide. What if I have no hope for the future and want to sit depressed all day long. What I I want to cut vertically d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1131588/</link>
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			<title>Imperfection</title>
			<description>Imperfection is something we all deal with. We all have it and it tears some of us apart, or we ignore it. Imperfection is societies idea of what distinguishes us from what we should be and what we are. I think it's stupid,I mean no one really misses you until you're gone. I have this friend... he s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1127191/</link>
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			<title>Reason why I hate small towns, and woolworths, and my room mate.</title>
			<description>I have never hated woolworths so much than right now. I applied for a job at the cashier and didn't get hiresd, but it's more than that. I have this roomate, well housemate, well I really live under her mums care because I moved out of my mums care. Anyway back to topic, she didn't even think of app..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1125060/</link>
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			<title>The last words that you will ever speak</title>
			<description>I wrote these for a band my friends wanted to make, but they gave up on that dream. Tell me is you're going to use them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1101235/</link>
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			<title>Old habits die hard</title>
			<description>I'm starting to realise more and more what people mean by saying &quot;old habits die hard&quot;. You scroll down tumblr and you see these blogs that you used to follow and how they trigger you. The reminders of when you look down at your wrists and thighs. The thought of what people have said about it not kn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1100727/</link>
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			<title>Old friend</title>
			<description>friend, conversation, year, change</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1099687/</link>
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			<title>Sick</title>
			<description>I feel sick.So extremely sick all the time, the aches and pains and cuts and bruises I never whine about. The one thing I want to talk to people about I'm scared to, the scars. I know it isn't the cheeriest topic, but they're there and they're real. I hate it so much, knowing I can't get rid of them..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1098648/</link>
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			<title>I guess I should call this something, but I don't know what</title>
			<description>This has become the only place I can write my inner thoughts, the only place I can share it with people that I don't know all because I know they won't make me do anything about what I'm writing so I guess lets start here. From something I have had running through my head a lot.. so welcome complete..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1097683/</link>
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			<title>Christmas</title>
			<description>My seasons greatings</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1093966/</link>
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			<title>Insomnia</title>
			<description>This is something I wrote back in July, I found it lying on my computer after a serious editing session.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/WriteAllTheThing/1080348/</link>
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