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		<title>Shortcomings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He just had to know it had all been worthwhile, to justify the means to the end. Everything he did had to be worthwhile. "Do it well, or don't do it at all," was his motto.]]></description>
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		<title>Disjointed, United</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I miss your writing. Do you still write, anyway?&#8221;
The black text sat on my screen, as I rubbed my tired eyes from whiling away countless hours in front of my laptop. The message in my inbox was from an old friend, someone who had always been there to share a word or two on whatever [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nothing is something?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Writing isn&#8217;t the same as it used to be, in many senses. Back in the old days there used to be typewriters, but that removed the personality within writing. Sure, there&#8217;s the way someone writes, the way things are expressed and written but that still doesn&#8217;t seem the same. Handwriting can say a lot about [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Life immitates art?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[â€œI wouldnâ€™t want to cross your path,â€ he said smiling politely at me. I felt slightly amused by this, intrigued about what kind of power I could possibly possess. I had no idea what he really meant by his words, and even if he truly thought of them to be what he actually wanted to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Outwards, if your heart is empty</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I sifted through some old writings of mine I had kept in a drawer from previous years. Story upon story with notes written upon several pages and additional notes written in the margins and arrows running all over the place, leading to new sections, directing sentences elsewhere; it all seemed to familiar, yet felt so [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stupid Persistant Annoying Messages</title>
		<description><![CDATA[1,459 comments marked as spam.
Fantastic.
That is all.  For now. 
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		<title>Freak show, baby</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Feelings of anxiety stirred within, anticipation and hesitation. The sound of the crowd&#8217;s chanting, applause and bursts of cheer made their way down the backstage passage, into the dressing room. It sounded even more daunting, even more loud than it possibly could have been; from this distance, it should have been no more than a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two of a kind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Formal occasions always created a little bit of spite within me, and every occasion I attended only happened because someone diligently convinced me that my appearance there would be beneficial and good. â€œWeâ€™d love to see you there, you know how influential you can be, you hold a lot of power at times and thereâ€™s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bleed on me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My heart pounded, my head raced at a million miles an hour, my hands became sweaty as my ears ran hot. Every nerve within me was on high alert, more sensitive than they had ever been. Even normal breathing had to get in on the action and doubled itself, as if to compete with my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Shell of a man</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He liked to own a little part of me, he got a kick out of the idea that somewhere there was a piece of me with his name on it. It gave him a sense of superiority, control and status; it was something that usually went to his head and inflated his ego far too [...]]]></description>
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