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		<title>Alan Torres | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Alan Torres</description>
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			<title>But we move on</title>
			<description>We have nightmares. But we forget about them and continue dreaming.There are sharks. But we forget about them and continue swimming.&amp;nbsp;There is heartbreak. But we forget about it and continue loving.There is death. But we forget about it and continue living.So we know there are tragedies. Why can..</description>
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			<title>beauty of a sin </title>
			<description>I am afraid of writing everything I want.&amp;nbsp;All I think &amp;amp; feel.Everything my mind &amp;amp; heart tell me.Express all of me.I do not want to look sinful. I do not want to be a disgrace.You see I have a gift.It causes me to sin.Not any kind of sin.But sin is always sin.I don't mean to do it.It is ..</description>
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			<title>I WRITE</title>
			<description>I WRITE;because i must express things i can not say out loud.&amp;nbsp;because i have fears i must conquer.&amp;nbsp;to become the things i have always desired becoming.&amp;nbsp;to sin all the sins i am too afraid to commit in real life.&amp;nbsp;because my brain can not handle all that madness.&amp;nbsp;because i hav..</description>
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			<title>THE SILENT KILLER</title>
			<description>They say time flies by... I do not see it that way.I see it as humans are too spoiled and stupid to realize the speed of time.We get caught up with how much is left that we lose track.&amp;nbsp;Then it comes.And it hurts.Time kills feelings. Time kills dreams and hopes.Time separates families and friend..</description>
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			<title>#-3</title>
			<description>Tonight before you sleep.Close your eyes and mute the outside.&amp;nbsp;Just think.Remember your life a year ago.Two years.Four &amp;amp; six.Think how everything changed.Now do not think about next year.Or in two years.Four or six.Because it does not matter.Chances are whatever you imagine wont happen.So t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-AT/1392441/</link>
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			<title>lIFE</title>
			<description>Lets pop the champagne every time we can.Lets climb this and jump off that.Lets dance and sing.Lets laugh until we cry&amp;amp;cry until we laugh about it.&amp;nbsp;Lets do it all while we are blind and unconscious.&amp;nbsp;Because life will someday get real.Real fast.-AT</description>
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			<title>Plot twist </title>
			<description>Plot twist;We take a leap. Not of faith.Just a leap, because we don't care what will happen next.Because God gave us strong bodies and unlimited desires.&amp;nbsp;Plot twist:We will stop wishing and start accomplishing.&amp;nbsp;Because we are humans and we are limitless. -AT</description>
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			<title>you waited for a ride</title>
			<description>You wait for a ride. One that could never come.Wasted time, years gone by and you just sat there.Waiting.All this time you could of walked&amp;nbsp;andlearnedand&amp;nbsp;watched, appreciate the scenery.Meet all kinds of people along the way.Meet that one person.Learned to love.Live life.But no, you waited ..</description>
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			<title>Writers </title>
			<description>Writers don't always see the light a little brighter.Writers are fighters and biters who are always-&amp;nbsp;a little tired.They make the world seem whiter.OR.Lay it down and set it on fire.Higher and higher.&amp;nbsp;We can always go a little higher.&amp;nbsp;-AT</description>
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			<title>this bad world</title>
			<description>The world is an ugly place.That's why we must paint it pretty.Write it peaceful.&amp;nbsp;Sign it lovely.Act it joyfully.Because in real life its a bad bad place full of sin and death.-AT</description>
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			<title>writers block</title>
			<description>I don't believe in writers block.I don't believe in writers block.I don't believe in writers block.Writers block is an excuse for those with lack of creativity.&amp;nbsp;I don't believe in writers block.Writers block is an escape for the fakes.Writers block is not real.&amp;nbsp;Just bad imagination.&amp;nbsp;L..</description>
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			<title>loveliest </title>
			<description>Let me tell you a story.&amp;nbsp;About a girl I knew.She was could change the weather.&amp;nbsp;She wasn't always the loveliest but I loved her.&amp;nbsp;She was up and down.Smile and frown.She kissed then cursed then cried then laughed.&amp;nbsp;She was unfair.I was forgiving.&amp;nbsp;It worked.&amp;nbsp;She was the mus..</description>
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			<title>Kids</title>
			<description>We are kids.Blind and stupid.Ignorant and energetic.&amp;nbsp;But we don't care. We hold the world.Or at least we think we do.&amp;nbsp;You want to grow up? You are an idiot.Wanting to grow up is like wanting to go to the dentist. You think it will be fun.&amp;nbsp;Oh crap that right. It was terrible, how stupi..</description>
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			<title>climb</title>
			<description>Life can be so boring. Lets do something fun. We have all this time, time to spare, time to sell... not much time at all. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So lets do something grand. Lets climb a mountain. The highest scariest one we can find.Not because we have to. Because we want to. Yes we are scared of heights but w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-AT/1386201/</link>
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			<title>Schatzi </title>
			<description>I once met a girl. She looked like a dream. Her beauty was impossible. But I knew she was real. As real as the beats she caused my heart to skip. She made the day fly by, and the night last forever. Shes the inspiration for all the muse in this world. She taught the moon how to shine. I&amp;rsquo;d love..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/-AT/1386196/</link>
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			<title>An idea</title>
			<description>what is an idea</description>
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