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			<title>Insignificance</title>
			<description>Her words did not matterHer thoughts did not countSo she stopped with her tryingAnd lie dying throughout</description>
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			<title>The Last Love Letter</title>
			<description>&quot;This must be the most selfish thing I have ever done in my life. I tried avoiding writing you a formal letter because I wanted you to get the rawest form of my emotion. I thought it would somehow be easier to convey what I would be telling you if things were less structured. We've never officially ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cjayne/1337020/</link>
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			<title>Melancholy </title>
			<description>Motions automatic like a default settingI have no motivation to manually override.I mirror the manifestation in hopes of&amp;nbsp;Muffling the morbid thoughts in my mind.</description>
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			<title>Cigarette </title>
			<description>He turned to me and said &quot;That is going to kill you one day.&quot;I looked up as the smoke danced in front of my face and replied &quot;I'm trying to speed up the process.&quot;</description>
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			<title>When waves hit</title>
			<description>When waves hitTides tighten my anklesDrawing me to the bottom&amp;nbsp;Surrounded by a sea of my own miseryThis process is comfortingI settle into my sink&amp;nbsp;Some swim forever&amp;nbsp;Never reaching the surfaceBut they keep swimming</description>
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			<title>Empty</title>
			<description>Empty canvasEmpty mindEmpty heartEmpty time</description>
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