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			<title>Perpetually Confused</title>
			<description>A maybe is a noA yes is a maybeWhy must I receiveAnswers so confusing?How on Earth did this happen?When was the memo sent out?Informing everyone ofMeanings no longer devout.Up is down,&amp;nbsp;Left is rightTopsy is turvy,&amp;nbsp;Goddamn am I wearyOf metaphors, and antonyms,and grey areas, and doubting th..</description>
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			<title>Alexithymia  </title>
			<description>Okay I am frustrated. I really don't understand how he does it. It is my biggest fear in life to have my life revolve around someone but here I am writing about him instead of working on IR. When did I become that girl? When did I become the Carrie f*****g Bradshaw of my life; analyzing my analyses ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beedlethebard/1278099/</link>
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			<title>The Brotherhood of Man</title>
			<description>Take a step back,Look at it all.Look at the loneliness,Amongst us all.Take a step back,Think a little new.Think of every person,From a mirror's point of view.Take a step back,Observe some more.How no one has anything,Or anyone, anymore.Take a step back,Understand this fact.You will only have you,Thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beedlethebard/1248886/</link>
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			<title>Buttons, that is all that will be left of us</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;		Acar slowed to a halt in front of her apartment and the driver stepped out andstood still, waiting. A few minutes later an old woman appeared, wobbling onher old cane as she walked towards the car carrying nothing but a small bag onher shoulde..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beedlethebard/1164132/</link>
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			<title>Saying Goodbye</title>
			<description>She sat down in her corner,her beloved little home,closed her sad little eyes,&amp;nbsp;and let her tears roam.Change which was before,welcomed and often adored,had become her biggest fear,and her tightest cord.&amp;nbsp;It happened too suddenly,no tell-tale sign,which no one could guess,and neither define...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beedlethebard/954452/</link>
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			<title>Musings of a passer-by</title>
			<description>I often wonder if I am the only person who notices the things I notice. Is the world blind or merely ignorant of small details that don't affect them? For example no one else seems to be bothered by the ticking of the giant clock that watches over my house like a dark cloud looming over our heads. N..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beedlethebard/806462/</link>
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			<title>Crux</title>
			<description>The pressure and pain of lifeThe rise and fall of joyAre controlled by none other&amp;nbsp;Than the switch inside your mindWhen your shutters are upAnd your defenses are downLife spits on your psycheAnd flips the switch aroundYou start flailing and fallingAnd stare at others aroundThey all hurry past yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beedlethebard/800025/</link>
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			<title>A difficult yet beautiful dance called Life.  </title>
			<description>I'm twisting and turningThe music is spinningA tale of pain and sadness,Unto the masses.I'm twisting and turning,The music is killing,My heart is hurting,But I must keep going.I'm twisting and turning,The music is slowing,They are all staring,Their eyes are overflowing.I'm twisting and turning,The m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beedlethebard/542108/</link>
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			<title>The world's most sought-after clich&amp;eacute; </title>
			<description>It takes over your sensestaking control of everything.It changes everything about you.The way you think, feel,The way you perceive.It brings out your bestIt brings out your worst.&amp;nbsp;It can make you feel likeyou're on all the drugs in the world.Like you're smoking&amp;nbsp;anything that can be smokedL..</description>
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