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		<title>Violetta Mortuus, Mistress of Death | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Violetta Mortuus, Mistress of Death</description>
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			<title>dnaffaergaer</title>
			<description>	I can't leave my room. No matter hard i try to will myself into opening my bedroom door and rushing to the bathroom I see these things in my head... tall thin monsters with glowing white eyes, ragged grey flesh. I feel that the moment i leave they'll get me. I'm not quite sure what 'getting me' ent..</description>
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			<title>The diary and tales of a nonsensical idiot</title>
			<description>Sometimes I have an overwhelming urge to just write down whatever comes to my head. Almost every time that i come back to those writings i think &quot;oh my god, what kind of moron would write this?&quot; </description>
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			<title>chapter 1</title>
			<description>	Who is this that im looking at? i look in the mirror and she looks back at me. But this can't be me. she looks sickly with big, curious eyes. Is this really how everyone else sees me?		</description>
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			<title>pueri tenebrarum</title>
			<description>looking at life through the eyes of a lonely, death-obsessed teenager</description>
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			<title>Stupid Girl by Cold</title>
			<description>My analysis of Cold's most popular song from their 2003 album &quot;Year of the Spider&quot;</description>
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			<title>silly emotions</title>
			<description>	I feel like I'm sick. Every fiber of my being, every cell of every tissue of every organ aches for my lover. But they're far away. A different country in a different continent all the way across the ocean. The funny thing is that we haven't even met in person. It makes me feel silly honestly, falli..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sunnyswillystuff/2962206/</link>
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			<title>You've Changed</title>
			<description>a revised version of a short story i wrote in ninth grade</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sunnyswillystuff/2961118/</link>
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			<title>On Art</title>
			<description>just some silly thoughts on art </description>
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