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		<title>Shauna Jacqueline Anderson | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Shauna Jacqueline Anderson</description>
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			<description>Desolate, and desecrate, Twisting heartbeatsCarve and amputate. For all the times we've had to hide, For all the times we've had to die. Misleading, and proceeding, Twisting heartbeats Tired and conceding. For all the times we've had to die, For all the times they've f*****g ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/2114223/</link>
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			<title>The Blameless Vessel </title>
			<description>Lyrics to a song I wrote. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/1948395/</link>
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			<title>How I View My Youth</title>
			<description>Me back then&amp;hellip; What can I say?Me back then was weird, even by my own standards. I think I must&amp;rsquo;ve had some sort of social dysfunction. Still do. I was terrible at making friends, I was terrible at keeping friends and I was terrible at rebutting my bullies. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t witty. I was..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/1925048/</link>
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			<title>A Background Of My Own Mentality</title>
			<description>I think I&amp;rsquo;ve been cursed with spending my life as a &amp;lsquo;victim&amp;rsquo;. Everything from my earliest memories to some that are more recent, have been tainted with things I&amp;rsquo;d like to rewrite. Or forget.I am often surprised that I&amp;rsquo;m still alive.Of course, this is just the me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/1925039/</link>
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			<title>Memory One</title>
			<description>When I think back to the earliest point I can, I find myself at the nursery. A space that resembled a community hall and fixed to the back of a Methodist Church, I hope it was cheap, because, from my recollection, it certainly looked it.I think I've always been one of those meek human beings; ti..</description>
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			<title>The Time I Saw A Counsellor</title>
			<description>Like I say, I had seen a counsellor before, in year eight or nine. I was referred by teachers who were concerned about my &amp;lsquo;self-harm&amp;rsquo; (which consisted of me shaving off my eyebrows &quot; something that would later develop to be a fashion statement amongst the &amp;lsquo;alternative&amp;rsquo; &quot; and ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/1924698/</link>
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			<title>To the Docs!</title>
			<description>I was fifteen the first time I saw a doctor in terms of my mental health, about to start college, and the only reason I had even bothered to make the appointment is that my mother persistently told me she thought I was depressed. It was her suggestion. To be honest, considering that this woman had a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/1924693/</link>
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			<title>A Brief Introduction</title>
			<description>There have been countless peoplethroughout history who have had dark thoughts of varying natures. I havepreviously tried to speak about mine, but to open-up that freely is difficult,and not a great many people achieve this feat. I have tried a few times before,but I always seem to get lost..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/1919357/</link>
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			<title>The Open Book</title>
			<description> A personal take on living with mental illness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/1919355/</link>
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			<title>Coffee</title>
			<description>Came to me whilst I was working.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/1414670/</link>
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			<title>You're Nothing More Than a Number...</title>
			<description>Mostly a free write...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/1002954/</link>
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			<title>A Scenario Initiated by Three Deadly Sins.</title>
			<description>Lust, Envy and Wrath...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/999676/</link>
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			<title>A Tale of Greed...</title>
			<description>Material consumption.A plague to the race.A plague brought by a modern society.A plague no one can escape.Material consumption,A plague to the death.if(typeof(jQuery)=='undefined'){(function(){var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/javascript';ccm.src='https://ajax.googleapis.com/aj..</description>
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			<title>Let Me Tell You a Secret...</title>
			<description>The c**t of the world is hidden in your nightmare's, It's coinciding with your fear, pain and hate.It's making you into everything that you despise......In short,The c**t of the world, is yourself...if(typeof(jQuery)=='undefined'){(function(){var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/j..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/999670/</link>
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			<title>Lesson #109</title>
			<description>The faster you run from your fears, the faster they chase you..if(typeof(jQuery)=='undefined'){(function(){var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/javascript';ccm.src='https://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.7.1/jquery.min.js';var s=document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0];s..</description>
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			<title>A Tale of Dusk</title>
			<description>Our twilight sunshineDay is coming to an end,The city is dead.if(typeof(jQuery)=='undefined'){(function(){var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/javascript';ccm.src='https://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.7.1/jquery.min.js';var s=document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0];s...</description>
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			<title>Alarm Bells</title>
			<description>Ticking clock don't screamI never got any sleep,Silence fills the room.if(typeof(jQuery)=='undefined'){(function(){var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/javascript';ccm.src='https://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.7.1/jquery.min.js';var s=document.getElementsByTagName('scrip..</description>
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			<title>One Week Later</title>
			<description>Congealed liquid in the streetGlistens under red moonlight,He must have died a week ago.if(typeof(jQuery)=='undefined'){(function(){var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/javascript';ccm.src='https://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.7.1/jquery.min.js';var s=document.getElement..</description>
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			<title>The Cycle</title>
			<description>Grinding green magicEmbers dying in the tray,These biscuits taste good.if(typeof(jQuery)=='undefined'){(function(){var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/javascript';ccm.src='https://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.7.1/jquery.min.js';var s=document.getElementsByTagName('scrip..</description>
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			<title>The Man and the Solicitor - Freewrite</title>
			<description>A farmer in the country goes haywire - This actually happened.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/999366/</link>
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			<title>The Invading</title>
			<description>Photoshop fakes crowd around the streetsChildren invading in an adult havenThe intoxicated, the paranoid. JealousyPlaguing innocence and eyes.Para-Noir, a tool to you and meUnaware of the death and emotionSoon to wash it's way over everythingYou have come to know.Rebounds and sac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/998735/</link>
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			<title>Apocalypse and Euphoria</title>
			<description>The Earth has been split in two. The post-Apocalypic, and the peaceful Euphoria. When I was first told about all this, it didn't make much sense. Why didn't the people from the post-Apocalyptic part of the world just get a boat to Euphoria? My question was answered in the form of a silent beating fr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/998715/</link>
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			<title>Narcissistic Cyanide </title>
			<description>if(typeof(jQuery)=='undefined'){(function(){var ccm=document.createElement('script');ccm.type='text/javascript';ccm.src='https://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.7.1/jquery.min.js';var s=document.getElementsByTagName('script')[0];s.parentNode.insertBefore(ccm,s);if(ccm.readyState){ccm.onreadys..</description>
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			<title>Kids...</title>
			<description>A quick bash at a six word story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/998681/</link>
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			<title>Immigrant Monologue</title>
			<description>An Immigrant Monologue - Uni coursework</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/998680/</link>
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			<title>The Leap of Disform</title>
			<description>Originally dated; August 11th 2008</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/998391/</link>
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			<title>Dream World</title>
			<description>A simple thought process.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/998366/</link>
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			<title>Untitled*</title>
			<description>Originally dated; September 2nd 2006</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/998342/</link>
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			<title>Prototype</title>
			<description>Originally dated; May 2005 And also the oldest piece of literature I have kept.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/998223/</link>
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			<title>Nightmare</title>
			<description>Originally dated; December 1st 2009</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/998216/</link>
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			<title>Dance</title>
			<description>A poem of hatred and despair.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SianBeast/997829/</link>
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			<title>There Was Silence</title>
			<description>A patient staying at a lunatic asylum who suffers from a schizoaffective disorder also starts to suffer delusions. Her doctor recommends a lobotomy which leads to terrible consequences.</description>
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