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		<description>The original writings of author lily</description>
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			<title>new light</title>
			<description>aching soulheart untouchedhold me close&amp;nbsp;so I won't combust</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilyscollection/2147311/</link>
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			<title>confusion</title>
			<description>my eyes were blindedmy mind was clouded&amp;nbsp;and my heart was played with&amp;nbsp;&quot;love&quot;what were we thinking?maybe I wasn't right for you&amp;nbsp;or it wasn't the right timemy eyes were blindedmy mind was clouded&amp;nbsp;my heart was played with&amp;nbsp;and somehow,&amp;nbsp;I still love you.&amp;nbsp;-lily</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilyscollection/1744681/</link>
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			<title>heat</title>
			<description>what is going on.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilyscollection/1678971/</link>
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			<title>four</title>
			<description>clear and concise...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilyscollection/1664414/</link>
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			<title>irony</title>
			<description>isn't it ironichow the same thing I lovecould tear me down to the depths of the earth&amp;nbsp;isn't it ironichow thequickening of my pulsemakes me feel lessalive&amp;nbsp;isn't it ironichow I feelso aloneeven especially when I&amp;rsquo;m with you&amp;nbsp;isn't it iro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilyscollection/1663965/</link>
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			<title>nonsense</title>
			<description>I know that soon enough,&amp;nbsp;		I'll be laying in bedoverthinking everything that is going on		and my tears won't stopAnd I will feel the need to talk to someone		and soon after		I will realize how lonely I really ambecauseat that point I will really have no one to turn to,		but my journal and music</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilyscollection/1663454/</link>
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			<title>three</title>
			<description>my thoughts are racing, my head is pounding, and my stress levels increase with every second. how is it that I am still living?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilyscollection/1663405/</link>
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			<title>two</title>
			<description>my crazed, teenage mind is exploding</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilyscollection/1663329/</link>
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			<title>one</title>
			<description>...even if things aren't as important as we thought.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lilyscollection/1662922/</link>
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