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			<title>The Fallen Knight</title>
			<description>For a friend who&amp;rsquo;s fighting her small cancer and living her masters life somewhere. Love you caca &amp;#128139;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MakiOtaku/2051418/</link>
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			<title>My Fucked Heart</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s for a friend who&amp;rsquo;s heart got crushed by a girl who doesn&amp;rsquo;t care about anyone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MakiOtaku/2051416/</link>
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			<title>Wall of Stone</title>
			<description>Don't want to leave my comfort zone again.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MakiOtaku/2010479/</link>
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			<title>Agony</title>
			<description>Worry that dwells in me,As it slowly taking me.To the future I write,&amp;ldquo;Be safe&amp;rdquo; I type.Paranoia is a friend,That accompanies me at night.Assurance is a dream,Like a prince that cannot be reach.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MakiOtaku/2010473/</link>
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			<title>Confession</title>
			<description>To you who doesn&amp;rsquo;t notice me at all</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MakiOtaku/2004949/</link>
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			<title>Tears</title>
			<description>Everything you stored,pours as it fall.Pain that was asleep,awoken from its crib.Tears that came from sadness,as screams was yield from its torment.You, who devoted it all.Yearns to be truly love like them all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MakiOtaku/2004944/</link>
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			<title>Empty</title>
			<description>A doll filled with sand,slashed by your hand.Emptied as it woke,purpose now is lost.As it sinks in a hole that's deep,as the wind drifts its piece,as it loses its purpose,little by little the body decomposes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MakiOtaku/2004939/</link>
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