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			<title>Unclarity </title>
			<description>In the future, magic dwells within the hearts of the chosen. Seven teenagers will inevitably face the destruction of many, and be forced to carry the burden of the world on their shoulders.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilianaconte/1570944/</link>
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			<title>Strings, him and her</title>
			<description>A male marionette, and a female. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilianaconte/1570898/</link>
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			<title>my seventh grade love</title>
			<description>	I suppose it was for the best that we had gone our separate ways, and considering the fact that I had never been able to live up to my promise... It was for the better. But somehow, 'till this day I cannot forget. That sheer look of confidence you held, and the way you stood on your own. You were t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilianaconte/1568536/</link>
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			<title>Her imperfections</title>
			<description>	She was never perfect, and never will be.&amp;nbsp;		She cried herself to sleep that night, haunted by the words of those monsters in her head.&amp;nbsp;	Put down again and again, until she could no longer find the will to stand on her own two legs.&amp;nbsp;	Shattered spirit, pieces unable to be fit back toge..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lilianaconte/1568392/</link>
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			<title>Feelings </title>
			<description>	We are all born with the mold of kindness, and as we grow, we have to shape it and craft it. And as we change, inevitably, our kindness does too. It is hard to pinpoint another's good qualities at times, but its worth it in the end. We are all only human, flaws are apart of us. We're selfish, we on..</description>
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