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			<title>A F*****g List</title>
			<description>A list of all the things that suck about Mohammed Usman-Isiaka</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/2085261/</link>
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			<title>Later</title>
			<description>I'm realizing that I haven't made a good decision.&amp;nbsp;A few months ago, I left a situation that I was desperate to get out of. I wasn't just in depression; I was depression. When you're in this place, any chance of some sort of change, is a blessing.&amp;nbsp;I packed up my things to leave. Thinking I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1961840/</link>
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			<title>Astrology Signs</title>
			<description>Just my personal view on each zodiac sign.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1961574/</link>
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			<title>From fate, with love </title>
			<description>It had been five months that I'd been in Maryland.I was in high school, but couldn't tell you exactly what grade I was in. I had transferred to a new state, and unfortunately because different states had different systems for accrediting classes; and all the credits I had gained from my previous..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1943151/</link>
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			<title>My Letter</title>
			<description>I asked a birdie to bring me a message.He agreed and went off to find it.&amp;nbsp;I spent endless days enthused and impatientlyawaiting his return, with a note specially addressed to me.In a short eternity, he returned.I eagerly pried open the&amp;nbsp;folds,&amp;nbsp;almost&amp;nbsp;missing the handsome&amp;nbsp;lett..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1909068/</link>
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			<title>Desire</title>
			<description>What does desire feel like?I suppose it feels differently to each person. The difference coming from what exactly is being desired, and how badly this person actually wants whatever it is.Even after realizing this, I don't think desire is an emotion easily expressed. I mean, sure I can tell you I wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1886875/</link>
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			<title>i love you too</title>
			<description>what i'm about to write is ridiculous. but, what about me isn't ridiculous? so i will continue; in all my ridiculousness...i like you, and i'm not even too sure why. i mean, how can someone have feelings for a person they've never actually laid eyes on?how can someone have feelings for a person they..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1873362/</link>
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			<title>Heaven </title>
			<description>Isabelle walks along in dewy grass. Light, from the sunset, hitting the tiny droplets of water scattered everywhere, refracting. Causing this shaded part of the meadow to light up. Something that only happens at sunrise or sunset. Daisies under her feet, daises in-between her toes, flowers grazing h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1349645/</link>
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			<title>Black Puddles</title>
			<description>This is me.&amp;nbsp;Unusual, real, afraid, excited...I've been this way for as long as I can recall. Dealing with the worst of it, but secretly praying for the best of it.I've made bad decisions, most of which I hadn't thought it through. I've made mistakes, friends, wishes, enemies, memories; all that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1347633/</link>
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			<title>Some Stuff To Get To Know Me</title>
			<description>A - Accidents01. Have you ever been in a car accident?When I was a baby I think, I don't remember though.02. Do you have a lot of scars?Yesss I do.03. Have you ever been in a fist fight with someone?Yep.04. Have you ever seriously hurt anyone by mistake?Yes.05. Have you ever had stitches? Where?Nope..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1342611/</link>
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			<title>Roses &amp; Lilies </title>
			<description>For the past two weeks, I've been taking care of myself very well appearance wise. I've definitely seen reactions. I'm getting much more attention and respect. Before I use to dress and look like whatever, now that I'm taking care of myself people notice me more and I stand out and I get attention a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1342266/</link>
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			<title>Boxes</title>
			<description>This morning I am upset. It all started off bad.&amp;nbsp;I woke up not being able to find my phone, so I had to search for it. It was under my bed.Then after all that searching I couldn't go back to sleep. Now it's 6:28am and I don't have to be awake until 8am. So, those 2 extra hours of sleep; gone.Ne..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1341461/</link>
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			<title>Thankful</title>
			<description>a solid list of all i am thankful for</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1340673/</link>
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			<title>Europe</title>
			<description>about a boy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1340295/</link>
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			<title>The Beginning</title>
			<description>There is a lot of gold... She feels golden. She is golden. She sees everything and takes them in daily. Nothing ceases to amaze her. She has the essentials; friends, family, joy in heart. What more can someone ask for? Somethings missing. Something that should of been there. Perhaps, even someone. I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GOS19/1340287/</link>
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