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		<description>The original writings of author Sammie</description>
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			<title>The writings on the wall..</title>
			<description>And here we are again,The same s**t as before,I'm stuck trying to fight for air.I feel as though you suffocate,The very thing I&amp;nbsp;am,why can't I&amp;nbsp;be me?You hate who I&amp;nbsp;used to be,but I&amp;nbsp;don't think you like who I&amp;nbsp;am,why aren't you happy?Sometimes I&amp;nbsp;sit ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taintedskies/389131/</link>
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			<title>My Life</title>
			<description>Just.. straight up emotion.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taintedskies/342167/</link>
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			<title>A New Beginning</title>
			<description>So.. I have a very good friend who is religious, and the more I look at her, and see her faith in the Lord, the more envious I am. I've had a revelation. (Is that what it's called?) .. I feel like I owe myself to God. I've never read the bible, never live</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taintedskies/337144/</link>
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			<title>An Untold Confession</title>
			<description>The title says more than enough.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taintedskies/333172/</link>
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			<title>Soldier</title>
			<description>I was thinking.. just about most of the things that people think once they think about a soldier. Most of them don't really appreciate them as much as they should. A friend of mine was holding a contest called &quot;Support Our Troops.&quot; So, this was my opinion</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taintedskies/331884/</link>
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			<title>One of my few blessings</title>
			<description>This was written for a very, very good friend of mine. She's absolutely AWESOME, and I could NEVER ask for anyone better. Just FYI, I love you. =]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taintedskies/331807/</link>
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			<title>Kiss</title>
			<description>Well.. when you have a kiss, how does it feel? I tried my best to translate *my* kisses into a poem.. enjoy, xoxo. =]</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taintedskies/330283/</link>
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			<description>To a certain, unnamed someone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/taintedskies/323593/</link>
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			<title>Reality</title>
			<description>So, I've been battling these few people at work who swear up and down that they are just better than everyone, and never do any wrong. I'm finally tired of it, and instead of starting a fight, I write it out.</description>
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