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			<title>Finding wrong love</title>
			<description>This is a story about a person finding love, but realising he wasn't enough. Based on a prior mentally abusive relationship.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christoffer/1934979/</link>
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			<title>Shipwreck</title>
			<description>Just something I felt I needed to get off my chest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christoffer/1932477/</link>
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			<title>Lonely nights</title>
			<description>Pill's in sight, just to get through the night&quot;Sleep tight!&quot; But i will have none of that tonightCrossing the street without looking, ready to arrive at heaven's book-inYet i have another night, trying to stop this fightDrowning, with my thoughts doubtingBroken, i am bound in my sheetsI will now lea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christoffer/1864049/</link>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>BrokenFeelings scattered on the floor.Cloudy vision, cracked voices.A haze of anger and melancholy.Words barely reaching my teeth.Ocean in your eyes, i am lost at sea.Drowning in my thoughts about you and me.Who am i to ruin the happiness that you've found?My body is broken and feelings scattered,wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christoffer/1853499/</link>
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			<title>Cut</title>
			<description>The mirror is reflecting something,but that something isn't me.Pain and hatred in form of dripping.As I make another cut, deep in my soul,self-hatred is eating me whole.Longing for another fix, another blade.And as I'm&amp;nbsp;standing on the edge of a pit,I'm&amp;nbsp;wondering if I'll&amp;nbsp;ever know what..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christoffer/1848834/</link>
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			<title>Her.</title>
			<description>What i wrote here was my mind flowing, highly influenced by a girl i met some time ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Christoffer/1800631/</link>
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