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		<description>The original writings of author Jess: ~The Sidekick~</description>
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			<title>Bliss</title>
			<description> Slit my wrist; hope for death. Drown myself in&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my emotions; Lose myself in &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;my Maze. One last slit, Upon each wrist. Momentary or &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Eternal bliss?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/250341/</link>
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			<title>Black</title>
			<description> She wears black,the color of sorrow;Infinite pain.Trying to find what she may lack.She throws a bit of red into the mix,a color of love.Or a color of control?No, it's just a temporary fix.She sees and hears but cannot feelWhy does this happen?No one knows,forever surreal...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/250339/</link>
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			<title>Crimson Tears</title>
			<description> The trail of crimson tearsmakes its way;Streaking slowly away from her fresh wound,symbolizing the pain she's felt for years.But with one more swift slice,she's been soothed;no more pain or fear.Everything is but a memory;something written in a long-lost diary.The pages stained wi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/250338/</link>
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			<title>This Feeling</title>
			<description> The immortal feeling of happiness,has just abruptly ended for me.I&amp;rsquo;ve gone numb, and have become so cold.Feeling nothing but pain and sorrow,I am waiting for the day you come back,but it seems that it will never come.My heart has been ripped from my chest.Yet, it still beats, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/250337/</link>
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			<title>Wish Upon A Star</title>
			<description>Also English 11.. Actually I got madd props for this one from my teacher. He usually doesn't like poems that rhyme, but thought this one was great.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/244243/</link>
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			<title>Celeste Anonymous</title>
			<description>English 11.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/244241/</link>
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			<title>Sonnet of Celestial Elegance</title>
			<description>English 12.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243329/</link>
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			<title>Wedding Nightmare</title>
			<description>This is a story from within my larger story, Teen Angst</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243323/</link>
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			<title>The Pain Behind the Paint</title>
			<description>A very, very short story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243144/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Eighteen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Leaning over a rich mahogany desk was an older man with half-moon eyeglasses and graying hair.&amp;nbsp; His name was Doctor Eugene Mathews.&amp;nbsp; God, what it must have been like to grow up with a first name like that.&amp;nbsp; He was saying something,&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Sara, my dear, why do you ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Seventeen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;What did you say to him?&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; Sara&amp;rsquo;s stare pierced through Jared like a sword through flesh.&amp;ldquo;To who?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;You know who&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp; What&amp;rsquo;d you say?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;I told him if he ever messed with you two again he&amp;rsquo;d have more problems than ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243142/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Sixteen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;So, what do you wanna do when we get back to the house, Sara?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;I don&amp;rsquo;t know.&amp;nbsp; Why?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Something to talk about.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Well what can we do?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;We could&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp; I don&amp;rsquo;t know, sit around, get drunk, and pass out?&amp;rdquo;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243140/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Fifteen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Looking around the room to find the source of the noise, she didn&amp;rsquo;t see anything besides Mel leaning against the sink laughing.&amp;nbsp; She heard Jared cursing under his breath behind the counter and trying to suppress laughter.&amp;nbsp; He was failing terribly and just burst out in laughte..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243138/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Fourteen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Everything seemed to be going wonderfully.&amp;nbsp; That spark of happiness that had been smoldering in the depths of Sara&amp;rsquo;s heart was beginning to flare to life again.&amp;nbsp; The peculiarity of it was that she didn&amp;rsquo;t shun it.&amp;nbsp; She wanted it.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;d been a long time si..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243136/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Thirteen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Over the next several moments, Sara listened to Mel quietly release her tears.&amp;nbsp; Now she was utterly quiet.&amp;nbsp; You&amp;rsquo;d think she were dead if it weren&amp;rsquo;t for her warmth and the barely noticeable rise and fall of her chest.&amp;ldquo;Sweet dreams,&amp;rdquo; she whispered into her c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243135/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Twelve</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Finally, Sara awoke to the sweet scent of Melanie&amp;rsquo;s hair and body.&amp;nbsp; She must have gotten shampoo, body wash, and such while she was out this morning.&amp;nbsp; Her hair smelled of strawberries, as did her skin.&amp;nbsp; Tightening her grip around Mel&amp;rsquo;s body, Sara held onto that sme..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243134/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Eleven</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sara woke to a blinding light in a bed where she hadn&amp;rsquo;t fallen asleep.&amp;nbsp; How in the hell did I get back to the bedroom?&amp;nbsp; Clatter in the kitchen caught her attention and she decided to forget about how she got into the bedroom.&amp;nbsp; Jared probably carried me in.&amp;nbsp; When she..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243132/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Ten</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;On the way to Jared&amp;rsquo;s house, which wasn&amp;rsquo;t but a five-minute drive from the club, Sara couldn&amp;rsquo;t say thank you enough.&amp;nbsp; When they pulled in, it was just how she&amp;rsquo;d remembered it.&amp;nbsp; Now, Sara had only been to Jared&amp;rsquo;s home on two occasions, both occurred whi..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;By the time Sara had collected all of the money and let people in there were 384 people at the club tonight, barely legal.&amp;nbsp; Fire marshal set the limit at 400; there were several exits to the building, including two fire escapes from the landing. &amp;nbsp;Great turnout, as expected.&amp;nbsp; W..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The club was originally called Darkness Prevails.&amp;nbsp; When people asked her why she&amp;rsquo;d named it that, she said it was because she wanted to be different; Darkness Falls was in use already, so she decided to be contradictory.&amp;nbsp; It didn&amp;rsquo;t really explain it, but they walk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243129/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One thing registered in Sara&amp;rsquo;s frantic state, Where is Melanie?&amp;nbsp; Melanie wasn&amp;rsquo;t sleeping like she was fifteen minutes ago when she&amp;rsquo;d slipped into the shower.&amp;nbsp; She wasn&amp;rsquo;t even in the bedroom.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243128/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sara woke to find Melanie&amp;rsquo;s delicate arm wrapped around her stomach.&amp;nbsp; Some teddy bear I am, she thought.&amp;nbsp; Gently sliding the arm off of her abdomen, she slid out of bed soundlessly and strode to the master bathroom once again.&amp;nbsp; Of course, she was going to check the time,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243127/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sara pulled up to her house ten minutes later, she&amp;rsquo;d calmed down enough not to speed all the way home.&amp;nbsp; Getting out of the car, something ran down her spine and made her shiver.&amp;nbsp; Looking around, she couldn&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243125/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;As dawn passed, Sara fell asleep, only to be awoken by blinding sunlight through the open drapes.&amp;nbsp; Squinting until her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she tried to see the time.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly it was clear, 8:00 am; she was supposed to be up half an hour ago.&amp;nbsp; Sara thought about..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243124/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>Now it was two years later, Mel and Sara were still best friends, there were no more doctor visits, nor antidepressants, boyfriends and girlfriends had come and gone with the time.  However, more cuts had come and healed.  Sara dropped her hand to her side and climbed into bed.  Her eyes found the m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243120/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Sara woke, blinded by bright lights, she heard someone weeping, and felt a familiar hand cupping hers.  It was Melanie and Sara realized she was in a hospital.&amp;#2013266067;Wh- What happened?&amp;#2013266068;  Sara said.  Her throat was dry, voice scratchy.  Melanie&amp;#2013266066;s head sprung up, lookin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243119/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;As she lay on her soft, crush velvet comforter, Sara Kinnison took in one of the sensations she loved most.&amp;nbsp; A smooth stream of blood filling an open laceration, beading at the edges, and smoothly trailing over.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243118/</link>
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			<title>Teen Angst</title>
			<description>Something I wrote while being an angsty teen.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lipsticklesbian/243116/</link>
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