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		<description>The original writings of author Kat </description>
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			<title>The hell within a mother's heart</title>
			<description>A mother's journey with a child that has mental illness and a father that only tries to be a friend. A story of truth and hard emotions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellajade/964748/</link>
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			<title>No One but She</title>
			<description>I saw this girl, she had to be around thirteen. She was walking the railroad ties. Then I saw her sit down. She sat on the trestle looking down into the rippled and polluted water. I know what was on her mind, you could almost read it in the reflection in the water of her eyes.She was depressed. It ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellajade/964425/</link>
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			<title>You're Gone!</title>
			<description>here i sit trying to find the words to write but, instead i am flooded with a life time of memories. stuck with feelings and emotions i&amp;rsquo;m not sure where to place them. do i cry? do i scream? do i just sit and shake? do i laugh? do i smile? do i shut down? do i feel? i am doing all of these thi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellajade/964420/</link>
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			<title>Loss of a life long friend</title>
			<description>AS CHILDREN, WE WERE A FAMILY. WE KNEW AT A YOUNG AGE THAT IT DIDNT TAKE BLOOD TO MAKE YOU FAMILY. WE RAISED EACH OTHER, WE PROTECTED OUR OWN, STOOD BY EACH OTHER THREW AND THREW. AS CHILDREN WE REALLY THOUGHT WE WERE ALL WE HAD IN THIS WORLD. WE NEEDED EACH OTHER. WE RAN IN A PACK, WILD AND FREE. O..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellajade/964418/</link>
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			<title>The imprint of abuse</title>
			<description>Her words as I heard them 5 years ago......You know just when you think there is a calm and everything is finally going smooth, theres a silent erruption. I am standng at the sink doing dishes and this thought and feeling interupts me and I cant really explain the feelings, the flash back takes me t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellajade/964412/</link>
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