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		<description>The original writings of author Zelus</description>
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			<title>Confessions of a Disaster (3)</title>
			<description>My parents fought a lot. (For the Love of a Daughter by Demi Lovato) When I was very young I started songwriting. My first song was entitled Escape Route and it went like this:&amp;nbsp;You say you're sorry againafter the damage has taken its tollYou come up for a reason for what you didafter corrupting..</description>
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			<title>Confessions of a Disaster (2)</title>
			<description>*************************TRAGIC BACKSTORY**************************When I was 12 years old I dated an older guy. I wasn't exactly popular at my school because I was so different, I was this gothic tomboy who would always hang out with the guys. Girls bored me. I never liked boybands, chickflicks, or..</description>
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			<title>Confessions of a Disaster (1)</title>
			<description>I have this constant storm inside of me and I've tried so much to get rid of it. (Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin) It's just so hard to be who I am. I was born into a Christian family, but I'm bisexual and they make me feel condemned everyday of my life.(Believe in Me by Demi Lovato) I just wan..</description>
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			<title>Save Me?</title>
			<description>I'm starting to get that bad once againI'm starting to fade awayI feel the grip of giving up pulling at meIt whispers words of surrender to melike a script I'm supposed to recite&quot;Just give up&quot; it tells meMy mind is a storm slowly making me erodehelp..!&amp;nbsp;Why can nobody hear me?I'm screaming... sh..</description>
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			<title>High School Love</title>
			<description>(Sitting, reading in a park. Earphones in. Oblivious that Derek has just sat down next to her.)Derek: Hey, Cassidy.Cassidy: (Sits up surprised, nearly falling off the bench) Um, hi. Derek.Derek: Whatcha reading? (reaches for book but she pulls it close to her chest)Cassidy: Nothing.Derek: Okay, okay..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zelus/1496582/</link>
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			<title>Original Song About My First Heartbreak</title>
			<description>hey you know what i realized?as i cried over you in my roomthat this is only the endingof a bad little habit called &amp;ldquo;you&amp;rdquo;you rarely made me feel specialgiving yourself all the complimentsyou know i almost forgave youbut dear you don't get a second chanceCHORUSyou didn't break my heartyou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zelus/1496248/</link>
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			<title>A Daily Masquerade</title>
			<description>This is a poem about how we change ourselves to be &quot;socially acceptable&quot; when we shouldn't have to.</description>
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