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			<title>8:18 pm</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;8:18 pm &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I am so tired of the thoughts in my head. Every night around the same time i get this sad, depressed feeling that my life is pointless. That its going nowhere and i dont see the point in living. It's crazy because when i think about it, i have everything i could ask..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mynamesvicky/1477273/</link>
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			<title>Safety.net</title>
			<description>Log one</description>
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			<title>Pain Everyday</title>
			<description>Im screaming, but nobody cares&amp;nbsp;it hurts&amp;nbsp;im sick all the time, which is time i do not havei have to do it. but i dont want towhat if something bad happenswhat if everyone sees how weak i truly amwhat then, what now, whateveri guess i dont care,&amp;nbsp;but i do carei care so much it hurtsits a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mynamesvicky/1399266/</link>
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			<title>That forbidden feeling</title>
			<description>that what you want but cant touch feeling</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mynamesvicky/1316346/</link>
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			<title>Anxious puss</title>
			<description>My alarm wakes me with a jolt. I don't know what it is that I'm feeling.I mean it's my senior year but I don't know if I'm quite ready to face it yet.Just the other day I was a round like freshman with no clue who she was or whathigh school was. But here I am all slim and seventeen. I use ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mynamesvicky/1316234/</link>
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			<title>Full of Wrongs</title>
			<description>Its Joan senior year of High School and she is faced with an unexpected beautiful surprise. </description>
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