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			<title>To my love</title>
			<description>I am sorry for looking in their eyes thinking it is you&amp;nbsp;I am apologizing because I sent them love letters and not to youMy promise is that I will always search for you until I know it is,Everything and everyone along the way are just&amp;nbsp;lessons,To make me learn how to treat you better, gentle..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anosom/2909103/</link>
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			<title>&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re dancing in the movies&amp;rdquo;</title>
			<description>Look up - the moon is pretty tonight</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anosom/2828114/</link>
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			<title>So this is love</title>
			<description>C&amp;rsquo;est ca l&amp;rsquo;amour </description>
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			<title>How I Used To Be</title>
			<description>What I used to be, happy, fun, positive, creative, ambitious, a good friend and partner. The part of how I used to be is buried somewhere. In my darkest moments I forget all about her and everyone else. When a day comes, the day, you decide it's not worth it anymore. That day you disappear in the de..</description>
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			<title>Don&amp;rsquo;t be scared to live again</title>
			<description>Experiences we have gone through are said to determine who we become. Major events that we usually do not have control over. What if the events broke your heart and left it wounded. Open and bleeding out. Many try to patch it together. With love, care and bandages. My heart is now screaming in vain,..</description>
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