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			<title>How I realised I was in love?</title>
			<description>This is a hypothetical story short story in first person. Hope you have a good time reading it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1759365/</link>
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			<title>The War Hero</title>
			<description>The hero comes back to his bride dead after the war</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1211456/</link>
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			<title>A minute</title>
			<description>A poem about a guy who breaks up with his beloved to save her from the pain of his upcoming death</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1211449/</link>
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			<title>Regret</title>
			<description>Regret of a person on not being able to confess his love for a girl he loved</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1211434/</link>
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			<title>Stillborn</title>
			<description>The pain on a mother on the birth of her stillborn baby</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1211420/</link>
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			<title>The Roadside Destitute</title>
			<description>We live in a house, he lives on a roadHe is as primal as a savage animalWith eyes gleaming with the only need he knows-hungerHe dresses in rags and torn clothesWears sneakers of a rich brat who perhaps found in them a holeRace and gender are an alien planet to his mindAs for god, he knows none in pa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1210849/</link>
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			<title>Dreams of my heart</title>
			<description>Those dreams of my heartWill always stay as dreamsBecause their is no one in this world to understandI wanted an open sky to flyA place to stretch my wingsBut I am secluded in a space so smallThat my wings cant flutter to flyAn open mind from people was all i wantedBut they sieve me through their ow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1209081/</link>
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			<title>The boy who took inspiration from death</title>
			<description>Ryan Malik had a bad day at college. As predicted by his friends and expected by himself, he had failed his semester exams. His girlfriend had broken up with him 2 months ago and his parents were heading to court for a divorce. Life could have gotten no more worse. He was travelling back to his host..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1208631/</link>
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			<title>Shard of glass</title>
			<description>'The single glass broke to give a million daughtersReminding the way a heart brokeBut didn't cause any pain like the latterThe pieces had flung like jet and scattered the roomIn them was a pieceLarge enough to get pleased&amp;nbsp;For it still looked like the glassThe only surviving daughter of its expi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1208128/</link>
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			<title>The breakup</title>
			<description>Dhruv had never broken up on phone for two reasons. First, he thought it was too shallow to break up on a phone. Second, he had never been in a relationship before to know how it felt to break up on phone. He and Ria were in a relationship for 2 years. He was an old school guy who never much believe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1207639/</link>
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			<title>Love of a kind</title>
			<description>The good boy always gets the good girl or the hero always gets the heroine. This is one of a novel in which our hero ends up with the vamp of the novel in an intresting way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sameera18/1207610/</link>
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