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			<title>Miscommunication </title>
			<description>Maybe I'm just naive. Maybe my view of the world and how it should be stems from a life I've lived before this one, in a time period that nurtured souls and treasured hearts. I think that's only a world I've created in my mind, because it doesn't seem to exist beyond my imagination. I dream of conve..</description>
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			<title>8/23/11</title>
			<description>More journaling, I suppose.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myowndreams/785680/</link>
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			<title>You all live collectively while I remain an outsider. </title>
			<description>~ 8/17/10&amp;nbsp;The butterflies in my stomach gather around to tell&amp;nbsp;their story, as if they know something my heart doesn't. I always find it difficult to decipher my instincts from my anxiety, so I'm not sure what it all means this time. I watch myself slip into a black hole, falling into t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myowndreams/766750/</link>
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			<title>~ 7/16/10</title>
			<description>I long for the late nights and wee hours of the morning&amp;nbsp;I poured my soul onto the page, as if the words came from some higher entity, not giving a thought to where they came from or why. Now, my mind is my worst enemy. It's critical of everything I say or do and punishes me for mistakes and lap..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myowndreams/766746/</link>
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			<title>~ 11/18/10</title>
			<description>I really want to start writing again. I remember five-six years ago writing until 3am or being woken&amp;nbsp;by my heart that&amp;nbsp;so desperately needed to speak. Now, whenever I try to open myself up, my mind gets in the way. It tells me my words are not enough, I'll always be inferior to those who ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myowndreams/766692/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>I don't want to believe the world is selfish, but I never come across anything real. Others around me have fulfilling relationships, and I continue to ask myself why I can&amp;rsquo;t even find anything substantial or why nothing ever finds me. I've been told I wasn't taught how to function in the world..</description>
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