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		<description>The original writings of author Misa</description>
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			<title>The Secret</title>
			<description>How did two teenagers unravel such a secret in a world of darkness?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/447718/</link>
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			<title>Enough</title>
			<description>So, this is just a piece I wrote out of boredom.  It's about a battered wife who has finally had enough and in that moment that too her to see that it needs to end. It does go from third person to first person and that's on purpose.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/447133/</link>
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			<title>Chapt.3</title>
			<description>                   I push my daily belongings into my messenger bag; iPod, blackberry, notebooks.&amp;nbsp; Everything I think I'll need for the day neatly tucked away.&amp;nbsp; I'll get my books when I get there.&amp;nbsp; Oh god,&amp;nbsp; I'll have t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/446910/</link>
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			<title>Chapt.2</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; I wake up in my empty bedroom looking up at the ceiling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's 6am and I'm already late.&amp;nbsp; Great.&amp;nbsp; I jump out of bed and pull on my uniform.&amp;nbsp; I walk over to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/446908/</link>
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			<title>Chapt.1</title>
			<description>           I groan with the afternoon bell as it rings, listening to the students and their intolerable chatter.&amp;nbsp; I breath deep unneeded breaths, closing my eyes to try and calm myself and smelling them at the same time. Humans, how intolerable. Food, off limits ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/446905/</link>
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			<title>-No Name-</title>
			<description>: )</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/446904/</link>
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			<title>lalalal</title>
			<description>yo yo fo shizzle</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/287151/</link>
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			<title>The Game</title>
			<description>BLAHAHA</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/277302/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>New. Not very good</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/276526/</link>
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			<title>Screams</title>
			<description>okay well I'm not good at poems because I'm new at writing them. So here you are.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/276525/</link>
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			<title>Blood and Sweat</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I soon wake up dizzily, noticing I am lying on my floor almost entirely naked. My legs are caked with grimy red streaks. A towel that I so dearly used to cover up my destructions sticks to my body. I tear it off. Grabbing a pair of over sized flannel pants, I throw them on. Groaning as my tend..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/234837/</link>
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			<title>Life in other words</title>
			<description>I don't envy them for what they have and what I don't. I envy them for being happy. For being able to smile without faking it. How I yearn to smile without hiding a cry deep within myself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/232727/</link>
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			<title>Unknown</title>
			<description>After the recent death of her love will Alex survive? Will she find the real reason Marissa never reacted? And will this mysterious Kevin save her from her deepest secret?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/misaxkatastrophe/232725/</link>
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