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			<title>My Last Summer</title>
			<description>As I paused for a moment to contemplate my failure, I heard a familiar thump from outside. They came in like the waves of the ocean, uneven and irregularly placed. Thump....thump thump thump.......thu</description>
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			<title>What are you made of?</title>
			<description>&quot;What are you made of?&quot;. Ive heard the question asked a million times but when do you really stop to think about the answer...I mean what am I made of?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1295413/</link>
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			<title>The Beginning Is More Important Than the End</title>
			<description>People in this day and time need to respect the innocence and fragility of those younger years. They must realize that in order to protect and preserve future generations, they must allow them to grow</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1200340/</link>
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			<title>A Disguised Pebble</title>
			<description>As usual I felt the familiar feeling of constraint. The undeniable application of extreme amounts of obligation and pressure laid on the unrequited shoulders of my five foot self.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1186993/</link>
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			<title>Flattery Perhaps </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;She doth teach the torches to burn bright...&amp;rdquo; Ms.Pastely said as her eyes watered from the emotional impact of the pathetic love story. She sniffled once and continued to read as if we all felt the</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1180250/</link>
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			<title>Where I Belong</title>
			<description> As I reached the water, its cold presence swept over my feet and engulfed me as I sunk deeper into its being. Surrounded by the darkness I swam to the surface, laid my self on the board, and paddled </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1179557/</link>
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			<title>Vanishing Light</title>
			<description>Yet all in vain to be taken away in one quiet afternoon. It always surprised me at how quiet it all was. The world went on as normal, as if the most important person in the world to me had not vanishe</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1152549/</link>
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			<title>The Breakly Ritual</title>
			<description>They were in a pack, and as usual babbling on and giggling like little kids in a candy store, &amp;lsquo;I wonder if I ever look that ridiculous&amp;rsquo;, I thought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1151919/</link>
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			<title>You Can't Hide - Part 2</title>
			<description> Looking towards the front of the car Mr.Banes was wriggling the lock pin furiously, shoving it into the ammunition like a mad man. &amp;ldquo;We&amp;rsquo;re all gonna die! WE&amp;rsquo;RE going to DIE!!!&amp;rdquo; Jenny screamed...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1148642/</link>
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			<title>Breaking the Grip</title>
			<description>Any bit of respect I had left for him, was choked and strangled between his very fingers. He killed the innocence in me, he killed the desire in me to make him proud, he killed the real me. And as a r</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1139037/</link>
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			<title>You Can't Hide - Part 1</title>
			<description>The gun shot echoed through the classroom like a fire alarm. I looked left to see Jace clutching his left shoulder. Blood trickled on the floor as we stared in shock. Realizing what just happened I op</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1136844/</link>
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			<title>The Thoughts of My Mind</title>
			<description> I sat on my bed in a criss cross position. As I sat the worries, fears, and mistakes Iv&amp;rsquo;e made filtered into my head, making way for a hollow feeling in my stomach. All my life Iv&amp;rsquo;e felt like I live </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1134441/</link>
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			<title>Ditch Too Deep</title>
			<description>Wind whistled through my ears as gravity pulled me down. I looked to my left just in time to see a smiling child running beside me. Her whipped blond hair flowing behind her like a waterfall. Her sist</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1133917/</link>
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			<title>Oh My Algebra 2</title>
			<description>swiftly making calculations and typing away at their pink calculators. I laughed to my self and began tapping my red converses on the tiled floor, counting the minutes till lunch.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1132012/</link>
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			<title>A Purple Top Hat</title>
			<description>And then I heard it, the blood curdling scream of my little sister. My feet set into motion in the direction of the noise. As I ran I yelled to the bystanders, &amp;ldquo;Someone please help! My little sister s</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1131493/</link>
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			<title>Just Beyond the Horizon</title>
			<description>I stared at the ceiling, at least I thought it was the ceiling. The darkness in the room seemed to swallow everything like a soft blanket. As I stared deeply into the darkness before me, my eyes found</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/themadnesswithin/1131053/</link>
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