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			<title>Why am I sad?</title>
			<description>This is not a story, nor is it anything more than the answers to a question that I left unanswered today.</description>
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			<title>Tread Softly.</title>
			<description>Writing is safer, my pen cannot stutter like my lips do.It cannot falter, cannot fail me like these words do.Words get stuck in my throat,But through writing, no one can tell my emotions unless I want them to feel.When I try to speak these words,That are burning holes in my mind and mouth, nothing b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CaptainKatie/1249716/</link>
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			<title>She.</title>
			<description>Let's pause, and take a deeper look at the scene sat out in front of us, shall we?The chair's laying on its side, the yellow stuffing from the left armrest peeking through the frayed floral fabric. She's bleeding, her father nowhere to be found. He's probably wandering the streets in a drunken haze...</description>
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			<title>Nothing less, nothing more.</title>
			<description>In truth, we are all just ghosts with images, nothing more, nothing less.</description>
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