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			<title>happy Birthday to me! </title>
			<description>kinda rambling but whatever</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeysalads/2016380/</link>
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			<title>addiction &lt; death</title>
			<description>i am more afraid of addiction than deathsame way i&amp;rsquo;m more afraid of fiction than healthyou see, addiction can last years but each year addicted, is dragged and feels like an eternityaddictions start internally and mold the person you once werethe life you once lived, now revolving around your ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeysalads/1988521/</link>
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			<title>pain.</title>
			<description>was bored and just wrote what was on my mind</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeysalads/1961483/</link>
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			<title>with every gun, there's a trigger pt 1</title>
			<description>killers kill without remorseof course, the source of this force lies withinthe lies inflated have created a tree of hatredcries often open eyes by surprisehe was cursed, cursed before it even beganhis cries for help, in disguise, it&amp;rsquo;s written in the skieshis future is sealed, his anger conceal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeysalads/1944359/</link>
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			<title>space bound.</title>
			<description>on the edge of the cliff, she&amp;rsquo;s staring at meas i take another hit, i&amp;rsquo;m just trying to be happyi pull out my lightermy heart set on fire, full of burning desirethe symphony in my head is fulfilled by the choirmy soul awakened, my spirit is soaringrunning across the planets, gliding acros..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeysalads/1943309/</link>
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			<title>ideas.</title>
			<description>ideas don&amp;rsquo;t grow on trees,ideas don&amp;rsquo;t come with college degreesideas, unlike races, are never completewe type paragraphs and paragraphs only to press deletewe build rome to see it collapsewe created time to see it elapsequit wasting time, there&amp;rsquo;s no time to wastewe must work, we mu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeysalads/1942801/</link>
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			<title>lost at sea</title>
			<description>emptinessi&amp;rsquo;m a ship without a captainlost at sea, surrounded by hurtful memoriesit&amp;rsquo;s pouring boulders, i&amp;rsquo;m carrying the world on my shoulderswhat role does every word playin the hearts of none but in the throats of manyi&amp;rsquo;d give anything to rip out their chest and make them bl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeysalads/1942341/</link>
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			<title>a tour of ny</title>
			<description>based on my personal experiences. don't get offended</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Joeysalads/1942337/</link>
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