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			<title>Anorexic Confessions.</title>
			<description>Dear food diary,Today I had zero caloriesI feelEcstaticAmazingWonderfulPleasedProudContentUneasyEmptyFoolishDepressedSickDead&amp;nbsp;I feel like I need help</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290507/</link>
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			<title>They Say I'm Too Skinny.</title>
			<description>They say i'm getting too skinny That it doesn't look goodBut i want to see bonesI don't want any foodYou're looking for answers The reason for my behaviour So you can make the problems go awayAnd be my saviour You tell me i look beautiful,the way that i am That i have to star..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290506/</link>
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			<title>Wednesday Night.</title>
			<description>Probably the most fun I've ever had by myself.
16.07.08</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290437/</link>
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			<title>I'll Tell It To The World.</title>
			<description>Somewhat humerous.
Although, Disturbing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290432/</link>
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			<title>Why?</title>
			<description>This is not actually by me.
It is by one of my very close friends.
I have permission to put his writing up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290427/</link>
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			<title>What Have I Done?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I'm hurting myself,Before I have a chance to healI've pushed people away,Before I could tell if they were realI'm slipping from my own sanityFalling as an antonym of vanityI've lost the mind,The one I filled with profanityWhere I've left behind realityAnd lost imagination..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290306/</link>
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			<title>If I Survive.</title>
			<description>Something I wrote in a moment of doubt.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290029/</link>
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			<title>1000</title>
			<description>A thousand eyes open wideFail to see what is insideA thousand ears hear words spokenCould never hear that she is brokenA thousand salty tears soaked her handsFrom that pain that no one understandsA thousand breaths she'll never takeBleeding to sleep she'll never wakeA thousan..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290021/</link>
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			<title>Attack Me Now?</title>
			<description>An email i wrote to an attacker of opinions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290019/</link>
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			<title>Suicide.</title>
			<description>Something I wrote about a topic very close to my heart.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amberhutchison/290018/</link>
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