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			<title>I NEED SOME ADVICE, WRITERS</title>
			<description>sorry to mislead anyone, this is not a &quot;Story&quot; but a question!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aidanmo/1396072/</link>
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			<title>The End </title>
			<description>a short poem I decided to write one day. Definitely my shortest ever written, I don't have much to post because I haven't really conquered up inspiration lately :) soon!</description>
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			<title>Our Days</title>
			<description>i would have to say this is an unpopular poem of mine, but to me it is the most emotional one i have written so far and it is a personal favourite. i love reading it, its very personal :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/aidanmo/1389617/</link>
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			<title>Youth in the Dark</title>
			<description>let our cravings free in the dark,daylight restrictions keep your hands off of mebut in the dark, watchful eyes are blinded,and we are finally alonesilently stepping around the rulesboundaries that we ignore,young years where we aren't supposed to be like thisquietly, don't let anyone knowwe hide be..</description>
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			<title>Grey</title>
			<description>I want to be the light at the end of the tunnelthough I act like the darknessI was never good at going to sleepthough I spend my day dreamingI complain that I am lonelythough I never reply to textsI am scared of the darkthough I feel exposed in the lightI wishthough I don't tryI don't know what hypo..</description>
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