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		<description>The original writings of author Hello Hero</description>
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			<description>as we lay heretracing circles on each other's skinyou told me of your wish to be infiniteto live forever and feel this.It wouldn't matter&amp;quot;after all, we're both living cadavers&amp;quot;And I couldn't help but agreefor I wasn't really livinguntil you breathed life back into me.&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/447840/</link>
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			<description>every thought of you turns into an ache in my heartbut i still hope that you are happy, wherever you are.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/414034/</link>
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			<description>A girl gets into a horrible car accident with her boyfriend after a night of partying.....she blacks out and wakes up standing next to her own body. She is in a coma. She wanders around the hospital and finds her boyfriend, but he is ghost; he died in the</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/353468/</link>
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			<title>Letting go</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/353447/</link>
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			<description>I am losing you.I am grieving.How ironic, for it was you who found me in the first place.You are unaware...But even if you weren't....Would you still care?My heart is gone.All I feel is emptiness.It spreads to every limb in my body,and makes me numb.Only your touch would make me&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/340129/</link>
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			<description>&amp;quot;You left me out here to die alone!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Her accusation was like a slap in the face. He felt the shame then, the heat flushing his face. He was guilty. He knew it.&amp;nbsp;He stared into her eyes, the same eyes which had always held her sadness, her memories of experiences she shouldn't ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/340123/</link>
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			<title>Man's Best Friend</title>
			<description>black labman lost his familyrecalling all the memoriesgot dog originally for his son</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/330659/</link>
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			<title>Inevitable</title>
			<description>Who are youto constitutewhat is real?Who are youto tell mehow I feel?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/330658/</link>
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			<description>*consideration for a song. Written last year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326849/</link>
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			<description>Written last year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326847/</link>
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			<description>*a consideration for a song. Written last year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326845/</link>
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			<description>Old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326842/</link>
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			<title>No Grey Areas When It Comes To This.</title>
			<description>Old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326676/</link>
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			<description>Old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326675/</link>
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			<description>Old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326674/</link>
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			<description>Really old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326671/</link>
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			<description>Really old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326670/</link>
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			<description>old</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326669/</link>
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			<description>old</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326668/</link>
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			<title>Dark Humor</title>
			<description>*consideration for a song.
(I've always loved this one, so I probably will use it in the near future)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326667/</link>
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			<description>Old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326666/</link>
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			<description>old.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326665/</link>
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			<description>an old poem I wrote a couple years ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326664/</link>
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			<description>I wrote this I'd say, two years ago....when I discovered something so important about myself that someone chose to keep from me, or not really explain...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326663/</link>
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			<description>an old poem I wrote four years ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326662/</link>
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			<description>&amp;nbsp;Bergen County - 4 MILES.&amp;nbsp;Vince sighed as he glanced up at the freeway sign. He would have loved to be anywhere than back in Jersey. But he had an obligation to fulfull. No, wait, not an obligation...he wanted to see her, he just wished she still didn't live in Bergen County. He figu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326103/</link>
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			<title>Optimistic Depression</title>
			<description>thoughts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/smashley/326035/</link>
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