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			<title>Lost.</title>
			<description>I'm lost.Sometimes my heart sinks and I feel I'm running through miles and miles of forest with no direction. I sit down to write and it feels like the oxygen is escaping my lungs. I feel like my fire I was possessed is turning into embers, the flame is gone and I'm in such a desperate search for ga..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tpfaccini/1639630/</link>
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			<title>Fear</title>
			<description>It misguidesus; it alters our perception of what may be nothing but absolutely ordinary. Itcauses our minds to widen and our imagination to deepen. It can turn the oncepastoral pounding of your heart into something diabolical in an instant andmake our body perspire as if it were Niagara Fall..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tpfaccini/1615599/</link>
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			<title>Coffee Shops</title>
			<description>As I sit down it&amp;rsquo;s all so overwhelming the sounds ofconversations and espresso machines drown out the sound of my own thoughts. Ican feel myself getting anxious but the familiar peacefulness of the soft musicplaying throughout the room has been missed.It's been over three years now s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tpfaccini/1615598/</link>
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			<title>Rain</title>
			<description>This is for everyone with so much pain, Yet they choose todance in the rain.The ones who surrender their hearts for the world to see butstay awake wondering who they might be.Uncertain of the future yet we must push on, we must pushon. Hopeful for tomorrow hopeful for a day our souls and h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tpfaccini/1615595/</link>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<description>Words are a dangerous weapon or a wonderful magic, use them wisely.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tpfaccini/1615593/</link>
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			<title>Lions,</title>
			<description>He asked me if I'm a Leo as he glanced at the large lion spread out across my forearm. I smile as i tell him I'm not. I can see the confusion starting to cross his mind. I tell him that lions are brave and full of courage, he begins to smile as I tell him It's a reminder to be brave and believe in m..</description>
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