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		<description>The original writings of author Pixieblue</description>
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			<title>Ticking time bomb</title>
			<description>Lest we forget.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1590222/</link>
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			<title>Homeward found.</title>
			<description>I was thinking today about people lost and found dead at war, or just missing childeren and loved ones who have been found in not the greatest circumstances.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1532640/</link>
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			<title>When i look at you.</title>
			<description>I have been thinking recently and having a few nightmares of the time i couldn't say goodbye to my grandmother in hospital because i was scared of the machines, haunts me everyday.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1525963/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>Haha im really ill</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1473996/</link>
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			<title>You were.</title>
			<description>You were the stars,my moon and the light it produced,you were my entire galaxy.You were the morning,and the reason i would wake up,you were the sunrise.You were the laughter,and the creator of smiles,you were the lord of my heart.But...You were the black holes,and everything they devoured,you were t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1443492/</link>
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			<title>Introduction to realism.</title>
			<description>These accounts are both true and untrue.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1443468/</link>
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			<title>Sex Ed.</title>
			<description>This is a mixture of true and untrue accounts.
Built on one question.
Does sex account for a good relationship.
Or is it just a bonus.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1443465/</link>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<description>Just a small piece, it has been going through my head all day.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1436008/</link>
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			<title>Id rather have a friend.</title>
			<description>Can one agree.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1431144/</link>
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			<title>Suicide tonight?</title>
			<description>Could it just be i love too much,or am i just a fool again.Overlooking what i feel,just to be a true friend.Maybe it's just fools that love,the smart ones stay away.So that their feeble hearts,can live one more day.Can i die from being broken,or am i just depressed.Suicide or cyanide,just a biologic..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1430534/</link>
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			<title>Flutterbye</title>
			<description>Up on the rooftops, caving in.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1429432/</link>
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			<title>Rantyrant.</title>
			<description>blahhhhhh</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1416302/</link>
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			<title>Healing hands</title>
			<description>What I thought about at work today.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1404016/</link>
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			<title>Blades.</title>
			<description>People look upon self harm as a attention seeking thing. When really its so much more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1350513/</link>
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			<title>Jack it up.</title>
			<description>I can't even begin.
I guess this is about a friend of mine. 
A life i got caught up in for a while.
Injecting is another form of self harm.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1346949/</link>
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			<title>Finally giving up.</title>
			<description>Quite personal to me, im fed up of the runaround.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1329409/</link>
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			<title>Ghostly hands.</title>
			<description>A question i ask myself daily.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1327751/</link>
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			<title>Breaking down.</title>
			<description>More of my written word.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1326401/</link>
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			<title>Choices.</title>
			<description>Appreciate what isn't there as well as what is.
Just because you cannot see it, does not mean that it isn't there.
It will return.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1326336/</link>
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			<title>Sexual ecstasy.</title>
			<description>I don't think i need to explain, enjoy ;)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1323864/</link>
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			<title>Moonlight dance...</title>
			<description>I'm in the mood for a good fantasy animal, i want to know what it would feel to change into a wolf, like a shape shifter. As your bones break to form new ones, and your blood curdles.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1323790/</link>
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			<title>Leftovers</title>
			<description>Notebook writing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1262332/</link>
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			<title>Bury me</title>
			<description>I have been away for ages, and this is just me re entering the scene and letting everyone know im back. I wasn't really in the mood where i wanted to write anything too personal but this is relevant.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1261761/</link>
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			<title>Remember me</title>
			<description>After my breakup its been 2 months, i still feel pretty wrecked, it didn't help i was kicked out of my home afterwards.
This is what i feel.
the last knots in my tummy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1213634/</link>
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			<title>Its over now.</title>
			<description>Dam i have to stop writing my upset poems.
Suck it up they say. Find someone new they say.
NO</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1173667/</link>
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			<title>Contributing to my feelings.</title>
			<description>I thought it was time to get some of my heart out there.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1166591/</link>
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			<title>The darkness in me.</title>
			<description>Its a dark dark world out there.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1163476/</link>
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			<title>Ship graveyard</title>
			<description>A small poem about the feelings when you see something marvelous, just left.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1158995/</link>
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			<title>I hope you read this one day, it was hard to write.</title>
			<description>Sorry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1151883/</link>
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			<title>Lets do it.</title>
			<description>I think i'll let you figure it out for yourselves.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1106098/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>A short little story about the ending of a life, and how this little girl feels as she has to be silent as she finally slips away.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1105981/</link>
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			<title>Depression realisation.</title>
			<description>Most people dont know what it's like for a person with depression. Some of my closest chums have it extremely bad.
Ive grabbed razors off them before. Cleaned their cuts. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LittleBlue/1105440/</link>
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