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		<title>ghosts and thoughts</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I feel like I’m in love with a ghost or with a thought. Not too sure which one is worse. Day after day I’m waiting for something different. Special is a big word in this context. I’m not going to use it just yet. But yes, I’m waiting for something. I promise, I’m trying [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A painting</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Eating chocolate, smoking a lot, drinking lots of tea and watching movies. Thinking about teenage romances that are meant to make us all strong. We love, we cry, we do whatever it takes to find that real happiness. When you are young, the whole world can be yours, and until we grow older we don&#8217;t [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I dreamt a dream</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Today I might surprise you all with something rather different. Forget the sarcasm, forget the angriness and them acid comments that are there just to keep in the dark the real feelings. Forget them.
For a long time I’ve omitted, maybe on purpose, to reveal the real me, to reveal what truly matters. As a human, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>just got &#8216;cultured&#8217;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I never really understood the concept of an ‘online diary’. Not at all. I mean, I’ve always liked the idea of a real diary, in which you can draw, you can write using your own handwriting. It’s something better about it. Of course, we evolved, we started to create blogs. Some of them full of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://spoilthecoffee.com/?p=857</link>
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		<title>I&#8217;m a big girl&#8230;am I?!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Where is the fairy tale? I never believed when my parents were saying: &#8220;enjoy your childhood while you can, cuz later, you will face the problems and you will want to be a child again, without worries&#8221;. Why did I not listen? Nooo, I want to grow up faster, to be an adult, to do [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Friends</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last night it wasn&#8217;t me. I was deeply buried in my own little world which seems to be built on lovely memories and moments spent with my very best friends. As we came to a chat, me and one of my dearest friends, we&#8217;ve started to unleash so many feelings regarding events that matter, silly [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://spoilthecoffee.com/?p=843</link>
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		<title>Happy, happy, joy, joy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;re running around in circles. We&#8217;re sad, unhappy, depressed and we do not seek to break this horrible circle of vices. I was in that position and probably to a certain extend i&#8217;m still one of them people, being blue most of the bloody time. I will be a hypocrite to omit such a true [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://spoilthecoffee.com/?p=839</link>
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		<title>My mother</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I remember that I used to stay in my mom&#8217;s arms and tell her how beautiful she is. I used to tell her that she has eyes of a snake. Clever, wise and full of secrets. What a funny coincidence. Now I&#8217;m the snake. I even have a lame tattoo that I love, on my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://spoilthecoffee.com/?p=835</link>
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		<title>Piano</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I was a little girl, I used to be fascinated by the piano. I was amazed. People putting so much passion, expressing their feelings in such an amazing manner. Anger, sorrow, love, peace. Just by touching a magic instrument. In this moment in time, I would give my kingdom to know how to play [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://spoilthecoffee.com/?p=832</link>
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		<title>Drama, drama, drama</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It comes to a moment in time, when you&#8217;re bored(as fuck). You realize everything is a mess. You made it happen, so obviously, no one to blame but you. And you panic. Just like me. What to do next? How the fuck should I fix everything? You stay there in your corner and think. And [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://spoilthecoffee.com/?p=828</link>
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