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			<title>thin</title>
			<description>I stretch myself thin.&amp;nbsp;Thin enough to rip pieces off myselfand hand out to ghosts of people who pass me by.&amp;nbsp;I was hoping that someonewould tell how thin I was pulling myself and help me.&amp;nbsp;No one ever could tell.&amp;nbsp;Notwhen the smile plastered on my face never faltered.&amp;nbsp;The..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1703180/</link>
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			<title>Honey</title>
			<description>i love you honey. she says these words to me once a day. everyday. they slip easily from her lips and down into my bloodstream. those words could keep me high for days; my very own drug. she sings in the car and her voice sends me into an overdose. her kiss goodnight...could kill me in the best way...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1330888/</link>
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			<title>dad</title>
			<description>i want you to be proud. i have tried so hard to get to the place i am because i want you too look at me one day, your mouth curled into a half smile, and say&amp;nbsp;yeah, that&amp;rsquo;s my kid. i want you to see me as the man i have always wanted to be and i want you to know that i am as strong as i am ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1306678/</link>
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			<title>Don't Look</title>
			<description>boxers,tank; button up, jeans. converse, black. grab the longboard from the corner, find some sort of deodorant (remind yourself to try to clean when you get back) pass the mirror; DON&amp;rsquo;T LOOK! shes there ready to fool you. you need a shower but you make excuse that your already late; storm out..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1294963/</link>
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			<title>Sailor</title>
			<description>	you sailed across the equator. earned your right to call yourself a sailor and gained your tattoos. you have seen China, Japan, India, England, Italy, Iraq. &amp;nbsp;you have been a leader to some men who are know older the 18 but show so much love for this country that it amazes you. you have flown m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1284868/</link>
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			<title>for her</title>
			<description>i wish i could write you a song to make your day better when i'm not there; because a song is so much better than these words typed into a machine and plastered onto a cold screen. a song can weave into your mind and stay there for days; i want my song to stay in your mind for days the way your word..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1283944/</link>
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			<title>truly male</title>
			<description>i'm over due to give you all something. this is old. not that old but old enough.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1279143/</link>
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			<title>her</title>
			<description>personal post. kinda putting myself on the line but i needed to get this out of my head</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1245485/</link>
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			<title>girl with tattoos</title>
			<description>just a letter/ journal sort of entry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1240281/</link>
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			<title>proud to love</title>
			<description>one of the youtuber's I'm subscribed to(Jenna Anne/ lesbiananswers) made a video and at the end asked what or who are you proud to love. since I'm a writer I'm answering that this way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1195038/</link>
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			<title>words that kill</title>
			<description> what my reaction was to me figuring out I was gay in 7th grade and the actions that happened after I spoke those words out loud.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1182308/</link>
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			<title>proud</title>
			<description>do i make you proud?you have seen me grow upwatched as i shattered the confidence i foundyou were there to take me in your armsand whisper &amp;ldquo;come here, daddys girl, i&amp;rsquo;ll protect you from harm&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;you saw me shine with lovethought to come from a boys touchyou smiled when i put on m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1171834/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Present time: January 21, 2013&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Walking into the BAU unit, i see my old team waiting by their desks, talking amongst themselves. There were four of them, 2 men and 2 women. When i left the most senior agent took my place as..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1162838/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 Part 2</title>
			<description>&quot;i'm angel&quot;&quot;Riley&quot; i reply, takeing her hand in mine. typical. The only intersting girl here and her name means messanger of god. I guess this will be quick and boring.&quot;May i ask; why did you come here if you didnt want guys to notice you? i mean this is a club, most girls come here to be noticed&quot; i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1162794/</link>
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			<title>chapter 1 part 1- A beginning</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;&amp;nbsp; Hell. Thats what i have come to know of this world now. As i look out into the club, i envy the humans around me. They can have a short great life. Find lovers, have children, grow old and die. I on the other hand, was st..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1162571/</link>
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			<title>Blood lust</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1162562/</link>
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			<title>2059</title>
			<description>We didnt believe them when they told us about the virus. We called them crazy; insane...we believe them now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When the virus hit in 2012, more then half of the worlds human populati..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1162240/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>September 14, 1998&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This was the first time i had ever been to texas and i didnt want to vist under these conditions. The general store looked normal from the outside. It wasn't until a customer walked in that the pol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1162183/</link>
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			<title>The Real world</title>
			<description>somthing i wrote last year and never really knew what to do with. its just something i wrote one night trying to get rid of writers block.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1162007/</link>
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			<title>chapter 1</title>
			<description>Present time;January 21, 2013&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The blaring noise of my alarm clock jerked me awake. Not that i was doing more then drifting to begin with-i didn't sleep much these days. It wasn't like i need that much sleep anyways. My job..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1161997/</link>
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			<title>prologue</title>
			<description>March 5, 2000.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The scene was horrific. Gore covered every pew and the alter was dripping red. I walked in to several Arzona state polics officers running out to vomit the contents of their stomach; the crimes scene was onl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1161982/</link>
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			<title>The Hunters Game</title>
			<description>When a killer is caught by the fbi it seems that his reign is over.2 years after his execution it seems someone has picked up where he left off.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hayleylynn/1161978/</link>
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