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			<title>In Esence We Are Falling</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Carl gets mad at people in the isle, he needs to see out the back window,&amp;rdquo; he said, smiling again and pulled me closer, onto his lap. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and climbed on top of him, trying to manage my weight so he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have to feel it. There was a puzzled look..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410051/</link>
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			<title>The Interview</title>
			<description>The door slid open automatically and I walked through it slowly. I was wearing the familiar and wonderful skinny jeans and t-shirt. The hospital gowns were too much of a plumber uniform to me, only instead of him showing his butt, it showed your whole back side from the middle of your back down. D..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410046/</link>
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			<title>Have Faith In Me</title>
			<description>The only feeling that could run through my body was sickness. I fell back onto my knees, pushing my palms out against the concrete to soften the blow. It felt like someone had just slammed their fist into my stomach. I was choking on my breath, my gag reflex was driving me insane. Seconds later, I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410044/</link>
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			<title>Same Thing</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I walked as swiftly and silently as I could out of the class, just as the bell rang, to my next class. The last class of the day. I examined my schedule again, I was going to &amp;ldquo;get familiar with my classes and high school.&amp;rdquo; What a joke. I had English next. I was surprisingly, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410042/</link>
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			<title>A Beautiful Night To Die</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I stood, leaning against the wall with my hands in the pockets of the gray and black striped jacket and the hood up, over my hair, covering the mess. I never brushed it anymore, just once over with the crappy hair straighenter and hair spray. I ruin the ozone layer every morning, happily. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410040/</link>
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			<title>You're Alone Now</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410038/</link>
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			<title>You'll Be the Death of Me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Was I not enough?Am I still not enough?Not enough that my withered heart had to be stabbed yet again?You fell in love,AgainWith him.So am I not enough?Do I not give you what you long for?You say you need me, want meBut you need him too?But I stayYou&amp;rsquo;re not nea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410036/</link>
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			<title>3rd Degree</title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t take thisThis painThis hurtIt burnsI can&amp;rsquo;t do thisTrudging through the mudIt used to be snowBut the sun came outAll it was under was dirtSolid dirtThat not even an anvil could dentSolid failureI wont do thisIt&amp;rsquo;s clearIt&amp;rsquo;s iceYou can see..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410031/</link>
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			<title>I Am Poison</title>
			<description>My words will not helpBut my lips are the cureI made you drink the poison, oh so willinglyNow, don&amp;rsquo;t bite into the appleOh, please, but you haveTake the cure and throw it like your appleThrow your apple like you treat the cureForget the poisonForget meI am the poisonI&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410028/</link>
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			<title>&quot;'Till Death Do Us Part&quot;</title>
			<description>You pierce your heart;I feel it.You take the hits;I feel it.You scream in pain;I feel it.You slit your wrists;I feel it.You bleed to death;I feel it.You don&amp;rsquo;t fight back;I feel it.You murder with guilt;I feel it.You cry softly;I feel it.You die;I can&amp;rsquo;t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410025/</link>
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			<title>Cracked Lips and Broken Wrists</title>
			<description>You left, if only for some timeIt hurt me, but who am I to whine?You gave me more than I deservedTo stay with me more would be absurdSo now to what you did, I hold this knife in my handWith despair and your demise, I lean towards the endI&amp;rsquo;m sorry I wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough,But your ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/StarCrossed/410023/</link>
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