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		<description>The original writings of author Daisha</description>
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			<title>Bruises</title>
			<description>Short story. I'm not sure about this one.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/298553/</link>
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			<title>Partners?</title>
			<description>January 14 10:48 p.m.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It wasn't for another hour when Gary made it back to the headquaters. In all of his 15 years of being a detective, never had he seen anything so predominately gruesome. This probably would be the most challenging case of his career...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269642/</link>
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			<title>Victims</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;January 14&amp;nbsp;8:46 p.m.An elongated stretch of reflector tape with the words &amp;ldquo;Crime scene Do Not Enter&amp;rdquo; engraved onto it circled the apartments on 74th street. Graffiti now reimbursed the chafing brick tenement. A collection of LAPD patro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269617/</link>
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			<title>Freak of Nature</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s so weird&amp;rdquo; Kaitlen said to her friend looking at Benji Harry. &amp;ldquo;Like some kind of freak of nature or something.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;No, Kaitlen. I think he just has his own personality.&amp;rdquo; Trace said defensively. &amp;ldquo;Personality? Trace, he walks around writing frea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269580/</link>
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			<title>Dying to live another day</title>
			<description>Kara and her stepfather never got along. Every afternoon he would go out and wouldn&amp;rsquo;t return for hours. He demanded Kara to clean the house and cook, and if it wasn&amp;rsquo;t done he threatened her severely. Later it evolved in emotional abuse but now physical abuse was the only answer. Ka..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269577/</link>
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			<title>What lies beneath</title>
			<description>The night was humid and windy. The branches danced as the wind moved at a steady beat. I sat in our living room, greasy bag of popcorn and a fizzy soda by my side. I never really liked our new house, it had such a strong, heavy vibe to it. We moved in it about 2 weeks ago because my dad was offe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269576/</link>
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			<title>emotions</title>
			<description>Fears.Anexities.Happiness.Insanity.All of which trap me in a world of mixed feelings for eternity.Which makes my soul cry out for help to release me from all the pains and strains.For so long I have been praying for a way out of it all.But I'm lost.Lost in my own world.Where no one..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269575/</link>
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			<title>Through the looking glass</title>
			<description>a short story</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269574/</link>
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			<title>respect me</title>
			<description>It's not always about love, it has nothing to do with romance Pick-up lines don't exactly make my heart dance I'm not waiting by the phone all day, frowning when it's not youIt seems that you forget that I have a life of my own too I too have a brain; ask me a question I'm smart as a whi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269572/</link>
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			<title>untitled</title>
			<description>Though no words are heardMy heart is still screaming outAnd you still ignore&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269557/</link>
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			<title>Take a good look</title>
			<description>TakeAGoodAtMeDo you remember what you seeA girl's heart that you broke, ripped, stomped on purposelyYeah, the expression on your face tells me you doAnd I can admit that I was so naive that I let youYou kept me downMade me feel like you was the only person I would needOr maybe ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269545/</link>
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			<title>Jig Saw</title>
			<description>It's a working progress. A thiller and suspense story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/IllusionalDaisha/269533/</link>
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