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			<title>New year, new war.</title>
			<description>Time slap me hard. I wasn't breathing for a moment. Then turn around and watch. There were nothing. Only empty bottles of Vodka and red vine, empty boxes of ciggarets. There were blody peace of my heart and all of that was wet of my tears. I was thinking that it would be all&amp;nbsp; above water, but i..</description>
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			<title>Don't miss the point</title>
			<description>She was in the middle of the searching for point. Of waking up, going out, lauging, sleeping.For a second, whole world stoped. Internet was broken, her phone was crushed and she was looking in the peace of paper. What could she write which excluding her expression which she picked up online? She cou..</description>
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			<title>Important things for you? </title>
			<description>Sitting in my room half-naked, with bottle of old vine, waiting for my best friend, inspiration. I can hear my tought, they are so loud and can't wait to get out on peace of paper. I can feel how deep is planet Earth sights on every tought about me. I was so heavy burden for humanity, for this unive..</description>
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			<title>Who are you?</title>
			<description>I am hard worker, love to be center of every event, but anyway I hate how I am looking sometimes. I hate my hairstyle or stuffs I have in my wardrobe.Where ever I am, I always have some guy in the room who I like the most, it doesen't matter if it is birthday party or supermarket. I love to sleep a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamara1993/1427235/</link>
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			<title>Lies</title>
			<description>That was the biggiest problem ever. Be honest to others and most important, be honest to yourself. The idea of good peace of text was to open your soul and toughts and tell the world what are you feel like. To releave yourself from all fears and pejudice. It was hard for us to walk naked in public, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamara1993/1426729/</link>
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			<title>Graveyard</title>
			<description>In real world, when I meet people or talk to them, I am happy, smiling girl. But, inside I was duying.My room, where I can be all alone is my escape to the best solution-death. Walls started talk with me few weeks ago. Lamp near my bed is talking me good night stories every night. About girl who was..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamara1993/1425671/</link>
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			<title>Decode me</title>
			<description>One day I asked him &quot;Tell me you don't care and that you don't mind if I just find someone and leave you&quot; and on that he started kissing me and laughing like child. What??What is that in men's world what women will never understand? Why we need to decode them on coffe with our friends which ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tamara1993/1425623/</link>
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			<title>Peace of nothing</title>
			<description>There wasn't anything left. I was standing here, in the middle of the nowhere, in the middle of the past and future, in some dark place online, where no one will ever come. I was totally naked, without shame, fears. I wasn't feel anything. Every feeling just dissapeared somewhere on my travel to fin..</description>
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