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		<description>The original writings of author Cameron </description>
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			<title>How he undid her:</title>
			<description>A woman dressed in black set down the floral arrangement on her casket. Tears in her eyes, she looked down at her, and she swore...she swore she could still see her with those sad eyes tilted up at her. The woman walked away, shattered, and asked ,&quot;When? When did it happen?&quot; ---------My soul w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GalacticsDepress/1908048/</link>
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			<title>Insanity, i suppose</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Darling, I can't seem to get off the repeating track of thoughts. I'm down a rabbit hole, you see... yet Wonderland doesn't exist anymore and&amp;nbsp;Neverland treats me terribly, quite like a prisoner. Peter Pan is dead. His eyes have been hollowed out from the creature in my ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GalacticsDepress/1900071/</link>
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			<title>Perfectionistic EDNOS Ch.1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Cotton candy skies look back at me as I gaze towards the now setting sun. The aroma of&amp;nbsp;burning wood&amp;nbsp;tickles my nose and I look towards my companions. Brielle is holding a bottle of New Amsterdam vodka, nothing unusual, and Katie is holding her pet bunny, Tulip. We're out..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GalacticsDepress/1900058/</link>
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			<title>Perfectionistic EDNOS</title>
			<description>My outlet for the eating disorders killing me might as well be entertaining. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GalacticsDepress/1900041/</link>
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			<title>Death is a peaceful presence </title>
			<description>I dream of death, but not the reaper.An essence of peace that will slowly cradle my soul, a gentle but cold grip.Appreciate my life and take me to the depths of the meaning of life after death.Comfort me in my duly passing.Please don't run away.Speak to me, unearthly essence. Tell me, was ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GalacticsDepress/1898746/</link>
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			<title>Things i could never tell you pt.1</title>
			<description>The thought of being with you is so intoxicating... but now I can't breathe. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GalacticsDepress/1898696/</link>
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			<title>Decency is a thing</title>
			<description>Roses hurt, darling. It was only a matter of time before you learned.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GalacticsDepress/1898692/</link>
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			<title>Things i could never tell you pt.2</title>
			<description>You've ruined a nun, causing her to reject herself, along with her will to live..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GalacticsDepress/1898691/</link>
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			<title>1:30 am//</title>
			<description>Farewell, my dear sanity.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GalacticsDepress/1898687/</link>
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			<title>Porcelain Lies</title>
			<description>Perfection is the disease of a Nation...</description>
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