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			<title>The inner turmoil of reality</title>
			<description>As the bomb goes off, I have no idea what to do. The enemy is running behind me, I look around and can't seem to find a place to go or hide. I'm growing more and more exhausted and want to give up. Where's the light to guide me home? When will the night sky break out into daylight with the sun shini..</description>
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			<title>The battle against my internal self</title>
			<description>I hear the clock ticking faster and faster. Seconds turning into minutes, minutes turning into days. The sorrow growing deeper and deeper with every breathe I take. The walls are closing in. The rapid current is pulling me under to where I can no longer reach the surface. I'm drowning, I can no long..</description>
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			<title>Thoughts in my nightmare of a reality</title>
			<description>As much as I try and try to do the work my teachers have given me they do not understand the many other thoughts floating around my head blocking me from making the right judgements. The memories, pain and darkness waiting for me to take my fall. The tears I cry every night as I stay awake counting ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/foreversarebear/1504080/</link>
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			<title>Another Hopeless Fairytale Daydream</title>
			<description>As I lie restless in my bed once again, I imagine a fairytale. A fairytale of where my life makes sense. A fairytale of where my life has purpose. A place where I can be myself without having to worry about the way I look and be someone I'm not just to fit in. A place where I wont have to worry abou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/foreversarebear/1496254/</link>
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			<title>The life of a blissful imagination</title>
			<description>A story of which a young girl was yearning to have her dream as her reality.</description>
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