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		<description>The original writings of author Amadeus the Loveless</description>
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			<title>Somber</title>
			<description>Wondering if the world knows how to give back...</description>
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			<title>Godly Love</title>
			<description>Love is God and God is Love</description>
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			<title>Writing Ugly</title>
			<description>There is something powerful about writing ugly...</description>
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			<title>An angry letter I'll never send</title>
			<description>An unsent letter complaining about failed attempts by an institution at being inclusive and retaining a diverse student body...</description>
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			<title>My Brutalist Fortress</title>
			<description>Ever gotten too good at protecting yourself from others? You may relate to me here!</description>
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			<title>Sad little Sea Urchin</title>
			<description>A short story about a loveless sea urchin traversing life</description>
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			<title>Walking Anachronisms</title>
			<description>A prose poem about seeing someone from your past and how it would've been best not to see them again at all.</description>
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			<title>See you again</title>
			<description>I still feel an old love for them...</description>
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			<title>The Red Soil Trail</title>
			<description>This is what it felt like to choose between leaving or staying in church. It was daunting, but I'd do it all over again if I could go back. I would always choose to be me.</description>
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