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		<description>The original writings of author Dreamer</description>
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			<title>Kenneth Steven Storms </title>
			<description>Dedicated to my favorite cousin (:
Love ya Stormy :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1272281/</link>
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			<title>Blades &amp; Blood</title>
			<description>The tears are streaming down my face,I pull out my pocket knife and examine it's blade.I slit my wrists...blood trickles to the floor.the pain doesn't bother me... it fact in a way it seems to comfort me.One of these days, however, the sharpness of the blade just won't sufficeI'll pull out a pistol ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1269327/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3- November</title>
			<description>November, the month in which usually most people think of Autumn weather and Thanksgiving. However, not me... November last year and every year for the rest of my life will be nothing but a reminder that Tristian is gone.Instead of thinking about all the things I'm grateful for, I'll be thinking of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1261794/</link>
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			<title>I really wouldn't mind....</title>
			<description>I really wouldn't mind....if my breath would slow down to a halt,my heart&amp;nbsp;to stop beating completely,for my depression to not see another day,to sleep forever in a coffin...cause at least I'd finally be at peace.&amp;nbsp;No, I truly wouldn't mind...if I lied down for one last time and didn't wake ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1259031/</link>
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			<title>The funeral</title>
			<description>I woke up in dread of what the day brought, I didn't eat...couldn't keep anything down anyway.I got dressed in black skinny jeans, a band tee-shirt, and a pair of my skateboarding shoes, the outfit&amp;nbsp;I had been requested to wear. My mom drove me into town and dropped me off at the church that I h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1256011/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2- Distractions</title>
			<description>The bus ride home went faster than it normally did, and thankfully, it was much quieter. I had my headphones in and my music trying to distract me from my thoughts. Once I got home I grabbed a snack and went to my room, I layed back on my bed and breathed deeply. I pulled out my phone and texted Ste..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1255614/</link>
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			<title>do you know what it's like?</title>
			<description>Do you know what it's liketo feel aloneto feel lostto be kicked when you're downto be on the verge of tearsto lie to people who care just so they wont worry bout you.to feel like your only escape is death?&amp;nbsp;if you can relate then you got a glimpse of my life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1251905/</link>
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			<title>Can't help myself</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I shouldn't feel this way,not after the way you hurt me and tore me in two....but I can't help myself..,in loving you &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1251829/</link>
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			<title>Your feelings for me...</title>
			<description>I truly want to know,do you love me so?&amp;nbsp;Do you love me the way I love you?Do you think of me when you're all alone?&amp;nbsp;I long to be in your arms,do you wish for me to be?&amp;nbsp;Do you imagine your future? do I have a vital role in it?&amp;nbsp;You know how I feel about you, I tell you every daybut..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1249752/</link>
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			<title>I love you </title>
			<description>Dedicated To My Love &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1248589/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Tristian Gage Morgan was my best friend since 6th grade. He was tall, had brown hair and brown eyes. He was funny,&amp;nbsp;he could be quiet one day and rambunctious the next. He was an incredible person despite what others may have said about him. He never seen his true potential like I did. Words cou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1246160/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 - Couldn't live without him</title>
			<description>I run down the empty&amp;nbsp;hallways, making left turns and right turns until I&amp;nbsp;find my way&amp;nbsp;to the staircase at the back of the school, that practically nobody ever uses. I 'plop' down on the steps and begin to cry...I no longer have to hold it in because nobody is around to see.&amp;nbsp;A few ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1243192/</link>
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			<title>Surviving the loss of my Best Friend</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1243191/</link>
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			<title>Who Says?</title>
			<description>Basically a bunch of questions I ask myself..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1241672/</link>
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			<title>Sleepless Night</title>
			<description>Tossing and turning, restlessness causing my eyes not to shut.sleep is calling out to me, I'm struggling to answer it.The thoughts in my mind are racing and they don't know it's time to stop.The hours go by slowly on that old ticking clock.Right now I should be fast asleep and dreaming but I just ca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1241657/</link>
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			<title>Desolate Love</title>
			<description>My heart now tattered and torn,our love now being&amp;nbsp;forlorn...The feelings we shared now bleak,It's safe to say we're done now and the hopes we had together have vanished for good.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1239842/</link>
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			<title>Life....</title>
			<description>My viewpoint on Life...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1239837/</link>
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			<title>Tristian</title>
			<description>In Memory of my best friend who died at age 16. R.I.P. Triskut, I love you...
Gone but NEVER forgotten.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1236995/</link>
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			<title>Weight on my Shoulders</title>
			<description>&quot; The weight on my shoulders is heavy,&amp;nbsp;it's pressing down on me hard.&amp;nbsp;Don't know how much longer I&amp;nbsp;can stand my ground,&amp;nbsp;don't know when the weight is going to pull me down.&amp;nbsp; I'll find my inner strength so I can remain standing tall,&amp;nbsp;and that weight on my shoulders will ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sk8t14/1236500/</link>
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			<title>Hated Love</title>
			<description>&quot; Trapped, stuck with someone you hate.&amp;nbsp;You're forced to love a loathed enemy. No escape, unable to leave,&amp;nbsp;Looking at them makes you sick inside.It's a love you never wanted, it's one you're forced to live with while hatred burns inside&quot;</description>
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