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			<title>Alive</title>
			<description>I'm 16 feet under, 16 feet under,&amp;nbsp;under this bloody water, bloodywater, with my head straight on under, makingit seem so drownarific, yet so pleasant.Maybe you, you, you, can save,save this drastic mess, this stupid fool,who has been hiding behind a mask, for sucha long a*s time.I have my hand ..</description>
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			<title>Every Wish and Dream</title>
			<description>I told you... I told you I was a good girl,yet, you said otherwise, that i wasn't good enough for you.I turned around, I came around,I made myself change, I really did become a good girl, babe.You only looked at me up and down, and merely said,&quot;Baby, you didn't change at all, you worthless w***e,All..</description>
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			<title>::Prologue::</title>
			<description>	&quot;Doc, you better come look at this,&quot; one of the females said, who was sitting at a desk, which had a lot of vials upon the surface. Some of the liquids red, blue, green... although the thing that seemed to be intriguing her the most, that is making her call the doc, is a microscope.&amp;nbsp;	The femal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/721069/</link>
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			<title>Steaming Virus</title>
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			<title>Kids</title>
			<description>Kids, Kids,&amp;nbsp;Immaturity,Popularity.Immaturity, Popularity,That's all that matters,that and going to the par-tay.Bump Bump,Jump Jump,Make the roof fly.Boom Boom,Blow the music out the window,Let the chords sing to the sky.Kids, Kids,Immaturity, Popularity,Going to the par-tay.Running a muck,Runni..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/716242/</link>
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			<title>Whole Conception</title>
			<description>There's one thing I wish to say about this poem that i wish to state before I start it, and write it. This poem was not 100% my idea, well it kinda was, and is, but it was inspired by LostSoul, with her lovely piece,&amp;nbsp;True Love?&amp;nbsp;So, I must thank her for this idea, and thank her for giving m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/713764/</link>
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			<title>Check-Mate</title>
			<description>You played your game,You had your turn, You had your way with me.&amp;nbsp;You look at me with this big grin,thinking you have a big fat,Check mate on the board.&amp;nbsp;I look at the pawns,The bishops,The queens,The kings...&amp;nbsp;Only to realize,I have a lot of pawns,and with the right set of ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/685515/</link>
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			<title>Free</title>
			<description>WITHERING TREE,COME FALL ON ME,I JUST WANT TO BE FREE...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/666557/</link>
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			<title>Punishment</title>
			<description>PUNISHMENTWanna f**k with me again?Alright, I&amp;rsquo;ll play your f*****g game.&amp;nbsp;When you slink off to gain their trust,I&amp;rsquo;ll be a ninja and pop out of nowhere,Chain you up and steal you away.&amp;nbsp;Latch you up to that table,Making sure it&amp;rsquo;s on real tight,Before gra..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/666489/</link>
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			<title>Thanking You</title>
			<description>This is for the ones who has been through it all with me&lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/665174/</link>
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			<title>Dirty Feathers</title>
			<description>DIRTY FEATHERS&amp;nbsp;Striking those feathers of yours,Making me wish I was dead,Yet your rainbow beak,Makes me beg for more.&amp;nbsp;Chain me up,I won&amp;rsquo;t do anything at all,Rape me for all I care, it won&amp;rsquo;t make a difference,Being nothing seems to be worse than death itself..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/665164/</link>
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			<title>Drummer</title>
			<description>DRUMMERSCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM!&amp;nbsp;I want to feel that rush,I want your f*****g fear,I&amp;rsquo;ll rip out your eyeballs,I&amp;rsquo;ll cook them, too&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;I won&amp;rsquo;t eat them,For that is your job,Yet I&amp;rsquo;ll connect them back to your sockets,So you can see your bloody ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/665153/</link>
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			<title>Bird Call</title>
			<description>BIRD CALLI want to make you mine,This I know is true,Yet I see you with her,Winking at my dull face.&amp;nbsp;You flirt and kiss me,Yet you ignore the fact that I&amp;rsquo;m there,You get swooped up by that peacock,While I stand there confused.&amp;nbsp;You say you like me,Yet you say y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/665143/</link>
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			<title>Screaming For More</title>
			<description>I wanna play a game,is that alright with you?I wanna make you scream,or would you rather moan?&amp;nbsp;I'll bite your neck,while you pinch my rear,then next thing you know,you're bleeding.&amp;nbsp;Where is the blood coming from?Your neck of course,drip drip drip...Scream...Blood scares you?Oh, t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/664618/</link>
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			<title>Believe</title>
			<description>Sweet little butterfly,Flying so strongly...Flapping your wings up so high,believing you will make it.Make it to the sun.Make it to the future...Yet, if I touch your wonderful wing..You fall..You fall..You fall...&amp;nbsp;Why is that?Are you not as strong as I thought you were?Or is it...Your n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/651362/</link>
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			<title>Look around</title>
			<description>Baby, no, there's a lot more ahead of you.Don't you go on and say it's s**t,Don't you go on and call quits.&amp;nbsp;Baby, Baby, there's a lot more going on. You just haven't realized it,You gotta open up your eyes.&amp;nbsp;Baby, Baby, wake up.Wake, wake, wake up!!!Look around and notice the world...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/651350/</link>
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			<title>Try and Try</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/650599/</link>
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			<title>Yellow Brick Road</title>
			<description>The yellow brick road,it holds so many things,It holds lions, tinmen, and even scarecrows.But who would guess...That the yellow brick road...&amp;nbsp;Holds Death and despair and worry?&amp;nbsp;The lion had no bravery,The tinman had a heart,And the scarecrow, well,who knows? Maybe he was unstuffed!..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/650589/</link>
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			<title>No Right</title>
			<description>Isn't true... just thought of it, kay? Don't freak out..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/650588/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2:: Falling</title>
			<description>She still kept coming towards me, and all I could do was stand there. I was so confused. I was so frightened. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to scream, &quot;Back away from me you monster!&quot; but no words came out. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to move, and I did, but the only way I moved was behind me. I kept moving and walking..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/641178/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1:: Who am I? Where am I?</title>
			<description>Who am I? What am I? I slowly opened my eyes to see light flittering into my pupiles. I don't understand. What is this place?I don't recongize anything. It all looks like a blur. It all looks confusing. My limbs look odd. They are so skinny. What is this...I slowly raise my hand over my face, and no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/638019/</link>
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			<title>Coming to Life</title>
			<description>A little girl woke up one day in a bed, and she didn't know who she was, or where she was... I wonder where this could lead...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/638002/</link>
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			<title>Sock</title>
			<description>Similiar to the floor one, but not at the same time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/632829/</link>
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			<title>Freshly Scrubbed Floor</title>
			<description>Point of view of a Freshly Scrubbed Floor.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/631838/</link>
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			<title>The Character Line-Up</title>
			<description>The characters. I'mma add a few more, only because I wanna make it interesting. And they are going to be rather minor, like just a hi and a bye possible appearance. They may hop in too... who knows..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/630313/</link>
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			<title>The WeirdAss Elevator</title>
			<description>Haha. From the Weird Writing Prompt thing-- except I'mma make it a book wise....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/630312/</link>
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			<title>Selfish B***h</title>
			<description>I've always said things would be alright...I've always said that life is perfectly fine...I've always said those positive things...To where it was hard to believe...That I would turn around and scream...Saying how bad I hate my life...Saying how bad this world should die...To be honest...I never gav..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/623882/</link>
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			<title>Tears</title>
			<description>Slipping from my eyes,wetting the ground,Making me soon drown in it...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/623858/</link>
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			<title>F**k this</title>
			<description>F**k you,F**k this,F**k this world.I'm tired of all the pain,Tired of all the suffering,Tired of all the f*****g BULLSHIT!Everyone is forgetting everything,Forgetting what makes us &quot;people&quot;,Forgetting that we can make a difference in this world.But, no,People bicker and fight,People make me want to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/623828/</link>
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			<title>Stop it</title>
			<description>For... a few people. I think they know whom they are. :D</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/621851/</link>
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			<title>Tired of it</title>
			<description>Ah, f**k it,I just can't seem to make anyone happy.First they say, &quot;stop being depressed&quot;,and when I lock it up,I get bitched at,with people saying,&quot;ACT LIKE YOURSELF.&quot;It starts all over again,getting prodded and hurt,While people chant around me,&quot;YOU RUIN EVERYTHING.&quot;I'm tired of trying,do I even m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/619962/</link>
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			<title>I CAN'T</title>
			<description>I thought that I could change,But I was terribly wrong.I tried so hard,I tried to hide these scars,but all they did was show up more.I have to face it--I can't change life,I will forever be a fucked up suicidal b***h.I want to take all of this pain away,but all it does is make it swarm.What am I sup..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/619073/</link>
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			<title>One Word</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/618041/</link>
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			<title>See me, please</title>
			<description>I see you looking,I see you wanting someone,and when I offer myself,You go right through me.I want to try to be yours,but...you obviously don't feel the same.I want to smack the back of your head,and shout and scream,but I don't want to at the same time..I don't want you in even more pain..I miss yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/616071/</link>
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			<title>Never leave</title>
			<description>&amp;hearts;(:</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/611835/</link>
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			<title>Hallucinate</title>
			<description>I was feeling down,until that day I see your face,Until that day I hear your voice.I just wanna smile,I just wanna be free again.I don't want to be like this.I want you to grab my hand,I want you to pull me forth,I want you to make me be alive.I want to be happy again,I don't want to be all sad,but ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/611781/</link>
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			<title>I need</title>
			<description>Ermmm.. I don't even know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/611689/</link>
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			<title>All I see</title>
			<description>I look at your face,and I see nothing but disgrace.Are you really what you say?Do you really hold the power that you say you have?I highly doubt that,all you do is lie,and make your face look like a disgrace.I am disgraced by your face,All I want is your face to melt,All I want is to run away from y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/609941/</link>
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			<title>Screams and Cries</title>
			<description>I can hear the screams,I can hear the cries.Where are they coming from?They sound rather close.I look in the alleyways, no one is there.The screams continue,and the cries bellow.The screams and cries sound rather close,where are they coming from?They sound so damn close,yet I'm too blind to find the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/609739/</link>
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			<title>Doesn't Mean A Damn Thing</title>
			<description>(: For a friend, but figured it might be good for others, too.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/609100/</link>
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			<title>Take my hand</title>
			<description>&amp;hearts;The pain is trying to take over--It's trying to take my life away.Oh, baby, don't let it go,Don't let it take me, baby.I see your little smile,I see that you hate me too,but baby, honey, you know I wanna stay,it's taking my life away.You know I wanna stay,but baby, I just can't,Hold my hand,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/608305/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2:: So it begins</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Well, well, well&amp;hellip; What do we have here, boys?&amp;rdquo; the tall stocky man spoke, who was standing in front of two smaller men that were just as stocky. The strands of his chocolate brown hair flicked across his blu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/581908/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1:: It all continues</title>
			<description>She's in school, and she gets beaten again. She rides down her street on her bike only to encounter something she desirably hates, what or whom is it?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/581406/</link>
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			<title>The Porcelain Doll</title>
			<description>A teenager girl who gets beaten daily at school and on her way from school. She thinks this is the only thing that she has to worry about. She is completely wrong, there is something else lurking...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/581405/</link>
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			<title>Nightmare</title>
			<description>Nightmare</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/578409/</link>
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			<title>Dead Roses -- Prologue</title>
			<description>The Prologue</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/576387/</link>
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			<title>Edward Thomas Dementa Character Profile</title>
			<description>Just the Character Profile of the main character.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/576385/</link>
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			<title>Questions</title>
			<description>Who are you?Orianna.Why are you here?I don't know.How do you feel?Upset.Why do you feel upset?I feel as if I am not needed.Why do you feel like that?I hurt people. I confuse myself. I see no use.I see. What do you need though?What do I need? I need Him. Why not tell him?He asked what I needed, and I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/573260/</link>
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			<title>Dead Roses</title>
			<description>A book in a Serial Killer's perspective.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/570082/</link>
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			<title>It has to be</title>
			<description>Is that how it really is?With you staring down at me,While I stare up,Wondering if you were even right for me.I have these doubts,yet all does, right?Well, mine are quite odd,For I feel as if I should just leave.Why, people ask,Reason being,I don't feel as if it will last, It just doesn't seem right..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zimlock/569778/</link>
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