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			<title>- November 16th, 2012 -</title>
			<description>The agony of withdrawal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idarelic_/1102236/</link>
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			<title>- first choice -</title>
			<description>A poem that sprung from yet another dysfunctional relationship of mine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idarelic_/1102226/</link>
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			<title>- 10/11/12 -</title>
			<description>This is one of the few pieces that, when I finished it and reviewed over it, gave me goosebumps.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idarelic_/1102178/</link>
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			<title>&quot;It's Personal.&quot;</title>
			<description>This dates back to 10-09-2012. The 'he' mentioned is a fellow Valucre user, one I was stupidly crushing on at the time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idarelic_/1102164/</link>
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			<title>/666 stitches.</title>
			<description>This is probably the most abstract yet unarguably accurate piece I've ever written about my depression, self-injury, and the way I regard myself.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idarelic_/1102158/</link>
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			<title>- September 13, 2011 -</title>
			<description>As the title implies, this was written last year, in September. On the 13th. Like most of my pieces, it was penned via pencil and paper, and later typed up onto the computer. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idarelic_/1102151/</link>
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			<title>/what my mom sees.</title>
			<description>The date of this piece is unknown. What I can remember about it's creation, though, is that it was penned via pen and paper, sometime last year when I was in the thick of my battle with depression.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/idarelic_/1102145/</link>
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