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			<title>The End Of All Things</title>
			<description>I was feeling pretty down and I was listening to the &quot;Too Weird To Live, To Rare To Die!&quot; album, hence the title. Side note: I made myself cry in 763 words. New record.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1302547/</link>
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			<title>Desire For Sweets</title>
			<description>Chocolate = ???</description>
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			<title>Entry #8 - Jun 18, 2013</title>
			<description>I never got into the Walking Dead.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1258101/</link>
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			<title>Entry #7 - Jun 9, 2013</title>
			<description>The drinks tasted like jolly ranchers.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1258100/</link>
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			<title>facts when nothing else can be thought of</title>
			<description>&lt;i&gt;sdf&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;def&lt;/b&gt;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1257854/</link>
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			<title>Entry #5 - Jun 2, 2013</title>
			<description>I've never been the religious type.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1257851/</link>
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			<title>Entry #4 - May 11, 2013</title>
			<description>Dreams usually occur during the REM stage of one's sleep cycle&amp;mdash;when brain activity is high.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1257837/</link>
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			<title>Entry #8 - ??? ?, 2013</title>
			<description>Sometimes I forget to date things.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1257836/</link>
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			<title>Entry #6- Jun 8, 2013</title>
			<description>There are a total of four stages (including REM) in a sleep cycle.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1257834/</link>
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			<title>Entry #3 - Jun 18, 2012</title>
			<description>I texted him immediately after waking up. He didn't respond for a few days.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1257833/</link>
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			<title>Entry #2 - Apr 15, 2012</title>
			<description>I've been missing you all this time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1257747/</link>
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			<title>Dream Journal</title>
			<description>Whatever can be remembered, and is considered note-worthy, will be recorded.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1257677/</link>
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			<title>Seven Months</title>
			<description>&quot;That's plain stupid!&quot; yelled the student.&amp;nbsp;The girl in front of me let out a long sigh and turned to face the young man, &quot;The embryo is a human being too you know.&quot;&quot;So wait a minute... you're giving the embryo more power than the mother? Are you saying the mother is less of a human being?&quot; His ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1177515/</link>
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			<title>Eight Months</title>
			<description>There was a crackle on the intercom.&quot;Attention teachers and students-,&quot; began the principal. The teacher stopped in mid-sentence and glanced up to where his voice was originating from. Students rolled their eyes and prepared for a long speech, which was usual, since the principal loved to hear himse..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1153460/</link>
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			<title>Two Months</title>
			<description>Aug 9                  Sept 8                 Oct 7
Nov 6                 Dec 5                  Jan 4
Feb 3               March 2</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1153168/</link>
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			<title>Three Months</title>
			<description>We sat patiently in his car, waiting for the vehicle behind us to move so we could leave the parking space. He rummaged in his pocket and took out his iPod.&amp;nbsp;[expand]&quot;Is everything alright, Will?&quot; I tilted my head.&quot;Yeah,&quot; he trailed off.His eyes continued to stare at the parked car ahead of him,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1153165/</link>
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			<title>Nine Months</title>
			<description>The beginning of the end, oh how cliche is that?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1153083/</link>
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			<title>Unbeknownst To... [REVAMPING]</title>
			<description>August 2012 - May 2013; There's nine months. Nine months until a beginning and an end arrives.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/1153024/</link>
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			<title>Link In Wonderland</title>
			<description>This is just a short erotic story. This is NOT to be taken seriously, I just wanted to poke fun at those who think they can write magnificent sensual material, take for example 50 Shades of Grey.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/998062/</link>
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			<title>Entry #1 - Apr 14, 2012</title>
			<description>So I had a dream about me doing the Silent Realm... No, not controlling Link. Me PHYSICALLY (well, technically it's spiritually) being in the Silent Realm and doing it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/960222/</link>
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			<title>10 - Deluded</title>
			<description>When was it ever perfect?Did I create my own lie?I didn't want to believemy own mind turned against meso I let the heat overwhelm the sensesI am the victim, look at me.Static.The sound of my heartbeat.... why is it so erratic?Sharp pain.I notice that I'm on the ground now. When did I fall?The throbb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/844971/</link>
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			<title>Benzene</title>
			<description>Benzene&amp;ldquo;It's a tale of inhuman things driven mad by jealousy&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Welcome to the beginning of that.That which is born out of feigned sympathy&amp;#2013266048;&quot;self-righteousness.That which arises out of envy&amp;#2013266048;&quot;the feeling of jealousy.&amp;rdquo;Nitrobenzene&amp;ldquo;Since it is a type ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/830334/</link>
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			<title>Dissociative Puppet (Part Three)</title>
			<description>I'm not sure what to think...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/825699/</link>
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			<title>Dissociative Puppet</title>
			<description>I have to keep battling her every single day...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/820712/</link>
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			<title>Karakuri</title>
			<description>A small interactive story where you decide what the outcome will be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/817593/</link>
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			<title>Oblivious Intent</title>
			<description>Some people, to avoid facing the truth, retreat to a previous moment/memory right before the trauma happened. They are oblivious to anything after.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/815321/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 - Something To Spare Yet Nothing To Give</title>
			<description>It was another hot day at the market. The sun beamed down in fury while everyone bustled around. Woman were carrying their fans to wave away the heat. Men hurried through the crowd to the nearest pub to relieve their thirst. Merchants hollered for people to come near while waving away flies and shoo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/793855/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>It was almost morning and everything was pitch black inside the tent. A small whimper could be heard.&quot;No more... I can't take much more.&quot; whispered a voice.There was rustling inside a cage nearby followed by a soft voice.&quot;It's ok. You have to be strong.&quot;&quot;But why? What reason is there to keep trying?..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/793837/</link>
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			<title>First Day</title>
			<description>Suffering from depression and anxiety isn't a great quality... Especially for these types of things. Pretend, pretend. That's what I must do. Leave... this mind... these feelings... behind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/785313/</link>
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			<title>Seafoam and Dreams</title>
			<description>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3QYy46xB-8&amp;feature=related ////I'm having a lot of song inspired writings lately....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/784361/</link>
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			<title>Dark Woods Circus</title>
			<description>Deep in the woods lies a circus. A circus full of jolly... things. Everyone loved to come and take a peek at this wonder. But is there more to it?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/777967/</link>
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			<title>9 - Chasm</title>
			<description>&quot;We've seen how sick wind blows, but I got your bovine eyes
And I'll love you, like I love you
Then I'll die....&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/764153/</link>
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			<title>8 - Silent</title>
			<description>Look at yourself, what have you done...?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/747266/</link>
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			<title>[ Untitled ]</title>
			<description>It makes me want to spinAround and aroundthis musicThis string tied around meWhat is it?It doesn't matterwhat I want is to danceLet me twirl aroundAnd tie myself in my own string of lifeEach curl bringing more complicationsand I start to wobbleI cant stay upI cant stay balancedI topple over and into..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/738744/</link>
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			<title>Restrained Affection</title>
			<description>Forbidden Love is too common, something more is needed. This, this emotion that lingers in my heart. I don't know how much longer I can contain it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/737158/</link>
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			<title>[Fairytale][Roots]</title>
			<description>Inspiration: Romeo and Cinderella redone by vocaloid Hatsune Miku
Sometimes it isn't as it seems. ((Realize the change. Am I talking to you or about you?))</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/726882/</link>
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			<title>7 - Spotlight</title>
			<description>When life throws you out there.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/724122/</link>
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			<title>6 - Games</title>
			<description>At the front row of the chessboardI draw my weaponSlowly,it was everything that I intended it to be&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Of course.I see myself unwinding before everyoneI run and collapse in my own strips of selfThey just gaze into memalevolent smilesPicking myself up and sending my weapon flyingtowards&amp;#20..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/714371/</link>
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			<title>5 - Grown</title>
			<description>Flapping wings and new eyes;this new sense of&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Shhh&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Not wanting to accept it.The factstill echos in mind.Days would come back;never mind, it never matters does it?Back and forth.Muzzled static through a microphoneI stare and everything is whiteI close my eyes and everything ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/710102/</link>
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			<title>4 - Dreams</title>
			<description>Mixing reality with fantasy, wanting to combine the two into one beautiful m&amp;mdash;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/706400/</link>
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			<title>3 - Bubbles</title>
			<description>I close my eyes and just let everything disappear.If only it was this easy.Shatter. Reality breaks through.Curling away from the worldand becoming a number.The leash tightens and I gasp.When did it get this way?Then I remember again.I lie down&quot;&amp;nbsp;Static.Haze. Nothing but haze.The new world where ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/699818/</link>
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			<title>2 - Heart</title>
			<description>Hidden motives.Smiles behind cruelty. I take your hand.Trust.Following. Nothing will go wrong right?I trust you. And you trust me.Forever right? This will be the&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Disaster. How could I turn out like this?No way that this is happening. Stop it.I can't break free. Back...Yelling and scream..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/698589/</link>
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			<title>1 - Child</title>
			<description>At the edge of my memories. The edge where there is no border. Only the start of blank space which grows. Consuming my younger years. Soon to be lost.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/697624/</link>
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			<title>Pieces</title>
			<description>Oh this? Just a look inside my jumbled mind. Bits of my life here and there, with little to none of an explanation whatsoever. Why? No one can fully understand what goes on in your head.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/697617/</link>
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			<title>Smores</title>
			<description>The title might throw people off so I'll just clarify this now, this poem is about what happened to a pet of mine. Her name is Smores and she is a mouse. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/notsosuremyself/695277/</link>
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