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		<description>The original writings of author Emma Hagreen</description>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>when anxiety presses down on you at night </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/2162899/</link>
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			<title>Sinking </title>
			<description>Depression in its darkest days </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/2157166/</link>
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			<title>My Journey Back to Hapiness </title>
			<description>Surviving Sexual Assault, and my journey back to Happiness </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/2101917/</link>
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			<title>Never Again Untouched.</title>
			<description>*Trigger Warning* 
Written about becoming the victim of a sexual crime</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/2069186/</link>
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			<title>the Tree</title>
			<description>the tree, a metaphor for religion </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/2069180/</link>
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			<title>To My Soulmate</title>
			<description>To my future Soulmate:These days, you often cross my mind,I simply wonder who you areAs I ask question after question,I ask that far out glowing starI wonder if you know me,&amp;nbsp;Have we met so far in life?&amp;nbsp;As I sit here lost in thought,&amp;nbsp;Are you too thinking of a wife?&amp;nbsp;Will we meet ac..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/1931324/</link>
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			<title>Death</title>
			<description>When I was young, I never thought&amp;nbsp;That death could ever touch me,But with what I know, and what I've seenDeath is guaranteed to be&amp;nbsp;I know not of heavenand I know not of hell,But God willing as much as Ithe body isn't just as empty shell&amp;nbsp;As I believe along with othersThe soul will carr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/1766091/</link>
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			<title>School</title>
			<description>Scritch scratch 
Squeak squeak 
Furiously writing
Scritch scratch 
Squeak squeak 
Eyes scanning paper 
Scritch scratch 
Done </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/1443471/</link>
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			<title>Sad blue eyes</title>
			<description>Her smile lit up for all to see, &amp;nbsp;but now she holds it in&amp;nbsp;Memories of him cause momentary joy, but quickly fade to painEvery sleeping moment was spent thinking of himShe tries, oh she tries, to remain saneAll those days, all the nightsShe spent thinking of himShe wants her thoughts to take..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/1333223/</link>
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			<title>The fridge </title>
			<description>A whimsical poem about a fridge in our barn </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/1162993/</link>
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			<title>Piano Keys </title>
			<description>An old English assignment </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/EmmaLH/1162990/</link>
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