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		<description>The original writings of author Amber Dawn Agin</description>
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			<title>Still Strangers</title>
			<description>is that all we'll ever be?</description>
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			<title>You Feel Like Home</title>
			<description>You're the only thing that ever has</description>
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			<title>Beauty in Chaos</title>
			<description>I'm always the one left broken but I find destruction beautiful, maybe that's my problem</description>
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			<title>Contradicting Comfort</title>
			<description>I find comfort in odd places.</description>
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			<title>Do Monsters Bleed?</title>
			<description>I know I'm an awful person, but, I still bleed and I still hurt</description>
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			<title>Hostile Act</title>
			<description>You can pretend you're angry, but you're not fooling anyone. I know how scared you are.</description>
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			<title>They are the reason why</title>
			<description>If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist? If you don't even exit, how can your life possibly matter?</description>
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			<title>Consuming Love</title>
			<description>How can I love in moderation if I'm to love with my whole being? Isn't love letting this consume me?</description>
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			<title>Another Sick Day</title>
			<description>How many sick days will insomnia bring me?</description>
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			<title>Every Detail</title>
			<description>I've gone over everything in my head a thousand times over</description>
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			<title>Do You Remember Me?</title>
			<description>Do you ever remember me when you look at her? Some questions for a past love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambear_dawn/1774005/</link>
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			<title>One Wish</title>
			<description>If a genie offered me one wish, there's nothing I want without you.</description>
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			<title>To Feel Life Again</title>
			<description>Spilling my thoughts as I contemplate relapsing in cutting myself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ambear_dawn/1771868/</link>
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			<title>Still Looking For Reasons</title>
			<description>You've made me hate all the things I once loved. Yet, I can't stop looking for reasons to hang onto you.</description>
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			<title>Maybe Someday</title>
			<description>Just spilling my heart out about the one and only person I have ever loved.</description>
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			<title>Ink and Paper</title>
			<description>People keep asking me if I'm okay and what else am I supposed to say but 'of course'? The real answer is a bit long and depressing, but if someone really wanted to know:</description>
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