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		<description>The original writings of author Dak</description>
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			<title>Poor Girl</title>
			<description>quick poem i wrote in class</description>
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			<title>Knowledge?</title>
			<description>maybe we aren't ever really supposed to know ourselves, maybe we'll continue to learn more of ourselves as time goes on and we experience different situations and feats. i think that anyone who thinks they know themselves or know what they truly want is a bit close minded in the regards that there..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakTV/1653950/</link>
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			<title>Wonder</title>
			<description>Always question, always wonder</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakTV/1629863/</link>
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			<title>Where</title>
			<description>remember when you get to leave. can't wait</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakTV/1624144/</link>
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			<title>Different</title>
			<description>Do my peersscream at the top of their lungs in frustration? &amp;nbsp;Does anyone elsebreakdown and relapse to a comatose state?&amp;nbsp;Who else staysin on a Friday night, only to suffer from anxiety due to the&amp;nbsp;minuscule&amp;nbsp;feelingthat the vast universe infects?&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakTV/1622107/</link>
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			<title>Sun</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Takemy hand, may I have this dance?&amp;rdquo; I nervously stutter out of my mouth as I&amp;rsquo;movertaken by thoughts of only her.Thiscouldn&amp;rsquo;t be a dream, what I feel cannot be replicated in a fantasy, it must bereal. But no, it can&amp;rsquo;t be real either. This young lady before ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakTV/1619573/</link>
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			<title>Relentless</title>
			<description>	Itwas late in the night, walking down the street, it was impossible to see. Therewere no street lights and no people, almost as if I were being swallowed by thenight&amp;rsquo;s eerie darkness. Walking aimlessly in the night wasn&amp;rsquo;t unusual for me, Ialways found peace in the night&amp;rsquo;s ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DakTV/1618772/</link>
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			<title>Chains</title>
			<description>Theysay the most rewarding experiences are those that spark the grand feeling ofadventure. So I live my life as a desperate attempt to clutch onto thosefleeting opportunities and never loosen my grip. AHA!I feel as though the stars are within my reach! Nothing&amp;rsquo;s stopping me now. Th..</description>
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