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		<description>The original writings of author Britebeth</description>
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			<title>Battles</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I'm tired,Switch the letters and it'll tell you I tried.But it doesn't make the&amp;nbsp; blows any softer,Or ease the pain of the battles I hide.I'm battered like an old worn war flag,I wear white because I just give in.I'd throw my arms up as I surrender,But then you'd see the scars on my skin.T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMadam/1992864/</link>
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			<title>The Storm</title>
			<description>Just a small depiction of my battle with borderline personality disorder.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMadam/1939196/</link>
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			<title>Press the Issue</title>
			<description>Just a poem channeling the pressure of living with Borderline personality disorder. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMadam/1938907/</link>
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			<title>Love</title>
			<description>Just something small and quick I came up with one night. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMadam/1938895/</link>
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			<title>Poison</title>
			<description>Written about a past relationship several years ago. Mostly a poem of desire but also we were toxic to one another.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MelancholyMadam/1938891/</link>
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			<title>Maybe</title>
			<description>I wrote this several years back in the midst of a crumbling marriage. I was at my whits end with it all.</description>
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