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		<description>The original writings of author emily</description>
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			<description>The cold blade pressing down on my scarred fleshmakes me realise all that I have suffered throughThe pain and sting as it begins to break the skinmakes me feel that I accually am still aliveat least on the outsidethe blood, softly oozing from the fresh cutreleases at least some of theove..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily...../629231/</link>
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			<title>Why me</title>
			<description>Why am i doing thisi just cant help iti want toand yet i cant i just wishi could help myselfi wish i could tell someonebut i know i cantwhy did i do thisher life is already hard enoughwhy did i have to make it harder for herwhywhy did she choose mewhy did i go alongwhen i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily...../610296/</link>
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			<title>Park Benches and Bus Stops</title>
			<description>Amy lives on the streets of Houston, Texas.One day while sleeping on a bench by a bus stop she meets a girl named Thersday. Amy and Thersday soon become friends, or something more.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emily...../609618/</link>
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			<title>I dont know why.....</title>
			<description>I just wroght about what was on my mind,nothing much.so.....enjoy.;)</description>
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