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			<title>For my own smile.</title>
			<description>Finding anyway to make others smile, even if I have to crawl on gravel for a mile. I'm reaching a point of unbearable pain, not on the outside but on the inside. This is my endless loop in purgatory. No more tears, I've used up every last drop. That hole is looking good, I'm going in. Can you do me ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2054891/</link>
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			<title>Another night of the same</title>
			<description>Looking for someone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2043865/</link>
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			<title>The hole isn't my home.</title>
			<description>I have been spacing out for awhile, but longer than I could really comprehend.When did this dirt reach my neck?! It's time to put in work and for my life to be on the mend. Now awake, I'm clawing my way out with every ounce of my being. I believed those lies, but I was only one I was deceiving. It..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2037412/</link>
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			<title>Not enough</title>
			<description>Every night, I have to pick myself up. I'm left in my room trying to find whatever joy. Please!!! Someone but me back together like you would do a toy. I'm gasping on the floor, for any air I desperately aquire. Searching for anything to re-ignite, my dying fire. There is only one thing I know, I do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2035700/</link>
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			<title>Will I win or the addiction?</title>
			<description>I want to breath again. I try clear my mind and wishing I could forget my sins. I'll just take a drink or ten more, that should be the answer for sure. So, why am I crying on the floor? How about I ask an acquaintance for a hit? Nope! I still feel like s**t. This answer is illusive or feels nonexist..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2034018/</link>
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			<title>They are our past, they are our scars.</title>
			<description>I have many visible and ones over time you will see. All distinct and made by me. I'm not looking for attention, but dealing with each decision. Everyone has there own, I'll listen to you in person or on the phone. Remember, I'm here and you are not alone!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2033003/</link>
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			<title>The word l??? doesn't exist</title>
			<description>That word is alien to me. There may be only four, but I hate each letter. I can't comprehend, it really doesn't matter. You are a con artist. I won't believe your lies, this time. I never recovered from my first, I would rather die from thirst. Find another victim, I'm done with this cruel system.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2031914/</link>
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			<title>The race</title>
			<description>What am I doing? Asking, with no answers available. Give me a maze, it at least has an end. This marathon, I'm ready to give it up. Everyone else is smiling, I'll just step in the corner and continue dying quietly. Leave me and be free. I wasn't ready for this race or place.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2031320/</link>
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			<title>That Beat</title>
			<description>It's never too dark, these days have lost all spark. Unable to find those simple words to speak to another, confined to these lonely thoughts of knowing I'm a bother. You won't find me quiting, just in the the dark sitting. Music is always able to pierce though, my heart still beats for you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2029945/</link>
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			<title>The everyday void.</title>
			<description>Something on my mind</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kilaw13/2026891/</link>
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