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		<title>Violet | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Violet</description>
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			<title>Running</title>
			<description>I don't know.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moon-pigs/1156567/</link>
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			<title>Bollocks</title>
			<description>it's really just me being a twat and having no real way to vent.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moon-pigs/1127103/</link>
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			<title>drowning</title>
			<description>uh yeah. thoughts?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moon-pigs/759391/</link>
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			<title>i am</title>
			<description>who am i?you are a loser they tell meyou are fat they tell meyou are pathetic they tell mewho am i?you are emo they tell meyou are a f*g they tell meyou are lame they tell mewho am i?you are anti-social they tell meyou are weird they tell meyou are a loner they tell mewho am i?you are weak they tell..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moon-pigs/757908/</link>
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			<title>The way you make me feel</title>
			<description>i don't know what else to say...</description>
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			<title>Secrets</title>
			<description>They were sitting there. Just sitting. No physical contact. No words to be spoken. None were needed, for the silence between them was stronger than any amount of meaningless chatter. She didn't know how they had ended up where they were now. Nor was she aware of how fast she had fallen for him. All ..</description>
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			<title>Her.</title>
			<description>we don't always get what we want</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/moon-pigs/755316/</link>
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			<title>unknown</title>
			<description>understanding ones self is the hardest thing to do.</description>
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			<title>June 26, 2011</title>
			<description>well f**k. I typed a really great thing here, and I loved it...but this stupid website didn't save it and now i am pissed. so here it goes, once more. just my thoughts about our society at the moment</description>
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			<title>alone</title>
			<description>i feel cold tired uselessi feel like no one gets me;really gets meno one takes the time tono one cares enough toi feel naked sad desperatei feel like no one really even knows i existno one would realize it if i disappearedi feel invisible replaceable irrelevanti feel like the only thing that actuall..</description>
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