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		<description>The original writings of author incurableangel</description>
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			<title>The debate</title>
			<description>The battle I often have with myself</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1925494/</link>
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			<title>When I need you</title>
			<description>You have no idea how many times ive wanted to text you, and how many times a day you are on my mind. I get the lowest feeling inside everytime you ignore me. (So basically all the time ) and I'm not saying my sadness is your fault but rather I'm saying that i wish i could tell you i was sad without ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1919273/</link>
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			<title>Trapped</title>
			<description>He had no idea how much he meant to me. I could literally list a thousand things i loved about him... and i had many times. It was evident that he did not share the feeling i had, but I could not blame him for that. He was as nice as he possibly could be in his rejection, not knowing that this would..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1916380/</link>
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			<title>Isn't that sad?</title>
			<description>She's lost, she screams out in fear no one bothers to help.As she is surrounded my unfamiliar&amp;nbsp;buildings and faces black eyeliner filled tears stream down her face. she walks around looking searching for someone who can help her find her way home, someone to tell her which way to go but no one c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1914101/</link>
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			<title>Disappearing into what?</title>
			<description>It's an odd feeling, watching someone slip through your fingers.Waiting for them to disappear&amp;nbsp;completely.As you cling onto the tiny piece of them you have left. When their finally gone all you have to cling to are the memories.Some people&amp;nbsp;try to forget and erase every memory of that person..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1914100/</link>
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			<title>Expectations</title>
			<description>All of mine have been really short lately</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1913549/</link>
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			<title>Trust issues</title>
			<description>Warning: contains swearing</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1913543/</link>
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			<title>What her heart wants</title>
			<description>This was short but whatever. What she longs for but hasn't gotten yet.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1912835/</link>
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			<title>She cared too much about him and not enough about herself</title>
			<description>What would you feel if you were watching yourself die?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1911635/</link>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>This is actually a letter to one of my best friends. although the gender roles are reversed. I'm actually the girl and he's the boy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1911628/</link>
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			<title>Confessions of a fucked up family</title>
			<description>Warning: Has swear words in it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1911627/</link>
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			<title>save yourself and become a saviour to many</title>
			<description>Is death really an escape? is suicide worth it? is it your only option? and if so what will this do to the people you love?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1911620/</link>
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			<title>All faith in humanity lost</title>
			<description>It's not actually a poem. just didn't know what category to put it in. So here ya go.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/incurableangel/1911617/</link>
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