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			<title>Bubble </title>
			<description>Sometimes you're just encased in this bubble of nothing; feeling nothing, wanting nothing. And sometimes, when that bubble is gone, you're drowning in a sea of nothing, unable to float away, unable to escape that weight on your chest. Unable to suppress that feeling that shuts you down, that drowns ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1354884/</link>
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			<title>The Girl and the Ghosts</title>
			<description>Growing up the little girl had known that she was different;she had a friend that no one else could see. Whenever the little girl wouldmake a new friend at school, she would show them her special friend, but theycouldn&amp;rsquo;t see her. They&amp;rsquo;d call her &amp;lsquo;freak&amp;rsquo; and run away. Th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1253042/</link>
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			<title>Chaotic Vigilante</title>
			<description>She ran. Through the dark streets, the abandoned alley ways,past dumpsters; she ran. The brisk, late night air flied her lungs as shepanted, cold sweat dripping down her face. She turned onto a back end street,heart pounding and lungs burning. She could feel his presence behind her, shewas s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1189577/</link>
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			<title>Waking Sleeping Beauty</title>
			<description>She was a curious girl who alwayshad something to say and some place to be. She was loud and crazy and wonderfuland beautiful in an obvious way. She was short tempered and impatient, clumsyand graceless, witty and annoying. Her name was Laura, and today is hersixteenth birthday. With a b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1181794/</link>
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			<title>LOOKING FOR NEW ANIME TO WATCH </title>
			<description>Hey, so I'm looking for a bunch of new anime to watch. I'm notthat picky about genres or anything but it needs a good art style for me towatch it. I can't stand anything that has a bad art style.&amp;nbsp;Here is a list of anime and anime movies I&amp;rsquo;ve seen so far, it'snot complete and I m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1127197/</link>
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			<title>Confused</title>
			<description>Calm downstopThink!YOU'RE SCARING EVERYONE...JUSTSHUT UP!!ShhhhIt'sokayNothing&amp;nbsp;IsOKAY!!WHaTiS HaPPEnINg?IJUst wANNA KILl MySELFJUSTLEAVE ME ALONEI'MFALLING SO FAR APART&amp;nbsp;Justhold meDon'tlet me goI'mscaredW..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1105073/</link>
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			<title>Don't. . .</title>
			<description>Don't trustDon't loveDon't hesitateDon't fearDon't stopDon't give upDon't&amp;nbsp;listenDon't regretDon't look backDon't forgetDon't cryDon't smileDon't believeDon't judgeDon't destroyDon't lookDon't doubtDon't eatDon't leaveDon't ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1105072/</link>
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			<title>The Black Haired Prince and The Black Haired Twin</title>
			<description>Long agoA story was toldOf a black haired princeAnd his black haired twin.&amp;nbsp;Their storyShall I let you hear it?Yes I shall.&amp;nbsp;The black haired prince was evilHis black haired twin was goodMirror images of each otherIt is said they were.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1105054/</link>
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			<title>Death be your only escape</title>
			<description>Light the fireWalk awaySave the tearsFor another day.Slit yourwrists&amp;nbsp;Watch the blood pourIgnore the demonsBanging at yourdoor.Light the fireStoke the flamesThe tears comeYour sick of thesegames.Tie the noose&amp;nbsp;Kick away the chairY..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1105053/</link>
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			<title>She Rides On A Shooting Star</title>
			<description>She Rides on aShooting StarThere once was alittle girl, who&amp;nbsp;flew across the sky on a shooting star.&amp;nbsp;She spreadlight across the world when the sun went to sleep.&amp;nbsp;Fly, flyAcross the night skySing, singAbout the happinessthis bringsTo all those otherLi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1105049/</link>
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			<title>Moon's street</title>
			<description>The&amp;nbsp;people&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;met&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;street&amp;nbsp;of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;moon&amp;nbsp;Were&amp;nbsp;wearing&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;star&amp;nbsp;mask,&amp;nbsp;&quot;Why&amp;nbsp;did&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;come?&quot;&amp;nbsp;They&amp;nbsp;asked.Moonride,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;world&amp;nbsp;looks&amp;nbsp;sad.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;nbsp;sparkes,&amp;nbsp;filled&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1103938/</link>
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			<title>Where roses bleed</title>
			<description>So still the nightaround herAs perfumed candles softly danceTo the breath of tears now fallingUpon the petals in her handsGlistening drops ofmemoriesCascade slowly down her faceAs she is taken back through timeTo a once upon a place,&amp;nbsp;Where once she was adancerUpo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1103163/</link>
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			<title>Day 4</title>
			<description>The next morning, hecomes into my work.&amp;nbsp; He goes and gets oneset of batteries and dodges every other check-out counter until mine isfree.&amp;nbsp; Coincidence?&amp;nbsp; I think not!&amp;nbsp;Today, he&amp;rsquo;s wearing a loose, long sleeved white shirt with his fringepinned back.&amp;nbsp; I have nev..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1080339/</link>
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			<title>Day 3</title>
			<description>After work, I go backto the fountain but the guy isn&amp;rsquo;t there.&amp;nbsp;Disappointed, I walk around the city.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m melancholy!&amp;nbsp; I take clich&amp;eacute;dpictures of crowds and birds flying in the sky and by 6pm, I&amp;rsquo;m tired andwalking past the park near my apartment.&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1080338/</link>
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			<title>Day 2</title>
			<description>The photos turned outbetter than I thought they would.&amp;nbsp; Iprint colour and black and white variations.&amp;nbsp;But both are beautiful and it just adds to my joyous attitude.&amp;nbsp; The main cause of my joy is that I don&amp;rsquo;t havework today!!! I&amp;rsquo;m working on afolio.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1080099/</link>
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			<title>3 Weeks later, Day 1</title>
			<description>I hate my job!&amp;nbsp; I hate my job!&amp;nbsp; I hate my job!&amp;nbsp; I hate bagging groceries!&amp;nbsp; I hate having those awkward conversationswith the people in front of me!&amp;nbsp; I knowwhat you&amp;rsquo;re thinking.&amp;nbsp; If you hate yourjob, why don&amp;rsquo;t you quit?&amp;nbsp; Well, I have topay my ren..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1080098/</link>
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			<title>Midnight, 3 weeks before</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m creepy!&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m weird!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;m the odd littlegirl on the block!&amp;nbsp; Except I&amp;rsquo;m not someten year old kid that talks to inanimate objects.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;m some twenty-three year old chick whowalks around in a park ten minutes before midnight, taking pictures of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1080094/</link>
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			<title>Look At Me</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/floralhorror/1080092/</link>
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