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			<title>A life without Him</title>
			<description>Death is retiring and needs to find a replacement for the job. People die due to sadness or extreme sadness. Ever felt that piercing pain in your chest when you are mentally hurt and extremely sad? And no matter how hard we try, we keep running into dead ends. Or banging our head against the wall, o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bheaclavecilla/2050115/</link>
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			<title>Silent Suffering</title>
			<description>The feeling of being chained around the neck, connected to all your fears, and getting tug around rusthlessly until you choke--it's like you are screaming in pain, but no one hears you. When you suffer from depression, you always feel like something unpleasant lies in the core of yourself. Imagine y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bheaclavecilla/2048111/</link>
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			<title>Dead man living</title>
			<description>Another day without a purpose,Fighting in an endless battle,Wanting it all to end and rest,Thinking for an easy way out,Wanting my candle to blow out.Everyday my life is at war,I'm tired of trying to stay strong,No one can pull me from darkness,No one can see how scared I am,I tr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bheaclavecilla/2048102/</link>
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			<title>Young boy and cowboy</title>
			<description>There was a cowboy named Travis. He was a hard working and lovable man. He truly cared for his horses and he treated them like a family. He was in his late 50's and had no wife and children. He was working all day for his everyday living.One day, he was walking with his horses and carrying a b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bheaclavecilla/2046729/</link>
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			<title>Your child</title>
			<description>I have committed a sin before you,I was tempted by things that were worthless.I walked alone, not by the way you provided,I'm wounded, wanting to approach you.I am slowly stepping forward to you,But I don't know where's the right path towards youI Ieft you and followed the sinful thi..</description>
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