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			<title>i was  not sober for this one and i was also very openly sad</title>
			<description>id rather have the tasteof your goodbye on my lipsthan any new hellobut all the leaves on the treesand stars that shinemust go away&amp;nbsp;sometime</description>
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			<title>write about something thats happened t you</title>
			<description>thid has never happened to me lmao im a teenaged girl from jersey
i rushed this one
sorry field but you still gave me an a</description>
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			<title>prompt was to lowkey write about wealth/aging in a paragraph</title>
			<description>these are two different things</description>
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			<title>the prompt was, 'write about an evil with out flat out saying its ebvil'</title>
			<description>yeah
trigger warning for rape</description>
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			<title>the prompt was 'include a lie you have told' kind of</title>
			<description> 	Every morning, when he woke, he would brew himself himself a bland cup of colombian dark roast in his favorite faded blue &amp;uml;Apex, North Carolina&amp;uml; mug, pour a shot of decent whiskey in it, then drink it all in 10 minutes. After that, he'd make his way back in between his dirty cotton sheets ..</description>
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