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			<title>Am I strong enough?</title>
			<description>I'm afraid that I'm not strong enoughcoz when you are not, you commit mistakes.and the mistakes scare me moreas they effect not just mebut everyone around me.they could have been easily avoidedif I had been fixed on my motives and principles,but it's harder to follow your principles ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2881161/</link>
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			<title>The Battle </title>
			<description>you look perfectly finewith that smileand nod in approvement when inquired and greeted.yeah, it's really finewhen you're smiling in silence,choosing to filter, what's in your mind.as with exposed reality, those eyes won't be delighted.it's really fine,when you choose to speak..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2859797/</link>
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			<title>1.05.2022</title>
			<description>hungry, thirsty, sitting in a metrowondering where am Iit was going where I wanted to gowhile my mind was hoveringin the happenings on few moments agoI was confused, and partly in cloud nineit was everything what I just left behindmy lips were sensing the touchmy breaths were missing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2815308/</link>
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			<title>Sex Machine</title>
			<description>ya thinking about me or chasing the extremedoesn't matter, to me,ya just a sex machineeither like me or like none akinforget about pitiful emotionsmaking you weak and ruinme over you or you over melets decide the body settingjoin in, lean on, with the lost desireattire's unbearab..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2176286/</link>
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			<title>s&amp;#477;s&amp;#592;&amp;#477;&amp;#647; &amp;#477;&amp;#670;&amp;#592;&amp;#607;&amp;#128579;</title>
			<description>a friend's note</description>
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			<title>The Reasons Seal</title>
			<description>You glow like a flowerRadiating every second and hour,Causing recurring changesTo a nervous soul,Your eyes maybe blurred Or your ears unheard,Yet there is disruption in beats,and slowing of breathsOf that soul that is obsessed,But there is an intentional silence Of that smileTh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2142414/</link>
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			<title>Depressed Skin</title>
			<description>&amp;#128420;&amp;#128420;&amp;#128420;Is this silence too loud Or these mumblings Making me silentOr this newness Leaving me behind Paused and pressedOr these outer feelings Crushed by crushOr this insecurity and jeal Not letting me healI'm trying Trying finding myself Scratching th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2142224/</link>
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			<title>Dried Streams </title>
			<description>Break up comes with consequences like bad nights terrorized by unacceptable truth and degradation of self respect, and haunting questions</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2098299/</link>
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			<title>All About Show Off</title>
			<description>Positive aspect of showing off</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2017105/</link>
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			<title>She Adopted</title>
			<description>&quot; Children orate their story from orphanage to the house of a separated mother&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2013114/</link>
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			<title>Loss of Cosmos</title>
			<description>A Tribute to our Hawking </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2012284/</link>
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			<title>The WhatsApp Grasp</title>
			<description>Once was a time, when boys used to stalk their teenage crush from school to market.
Time changed and the ways too. Here, I present the suffering of them during the age of WhatsApp </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2011555/</link>
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			<title>The Seashore</title>
			<description>Seashore is compared to life ( particularly a man's)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mg2660/2011039/</link>
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			<title>Thinking About You</title>
			<description>Thinking about you Isn't to be blamed Fault is in the choice Of heart, that beats on unwilling you,Waking up in the desolated dessertSurrounded by sand of lonelinessHot breeze of SighGiving mirage of expectationsThat just only,Takes me to depressionThinking about you,All da..</description>
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