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		<title>Christine | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Christine</description>
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			<title>Ripples</title>
			<description>&quot;So how exactly am I supposed to be feeling?&quot; she asked inquisitively as&amp;nbsp;she stared at her feet, moving them slowly through the sand. A fly landed on her leg and she&amp;nbsp;swatted it off with as much grace as she could manage, which wasn't much. They were walking, slowly&amp;nbsp;putting distance be..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./798626/</link>
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			<title>Release</title>
			<description>I wish I could say this to your face. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./686129/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Home Is Where the Heart Is.&quot;</title>
			<description>They say that Home is where the Heart is.Well my home has always been here.Yet whenever I fathom where I want to escape to for the future,Its anywhere but here. Because, truly, what&amp;nbsp;goes on&amp;nbsp;here? There is nothing.Yet I can't imagine leaving. Not yet, anyway. I couldn't move..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./651844/</link>
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			<title>Mom </title>
			<description>How can you, or all people, make me feel this depressed?? I see you every single day.And have since I was born. You brought me into this world. &amp;nbsp;Yet I feel so unimportant to you. Like I am just this pest that you can't evade.I keep coming back, because I'm drawn to you. You seem..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./628186/</link>
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			<title>Cheating </title>
			<description>Not a story, really a blog. A rant, if you will. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./623601/</link>
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			<title>Drowning</title>
			<description>I feel myself slipping beneath the surface.The control over my life evaporated from my clutches. The&amp;nbsp;people I once relied on,&amp;nbsp;Have left me stranded.This feeling of complete helplessness washes over me,As if I was paralyzed from the neck down, and thrown into a lake. There is no..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./603386/</link>
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			<title>Twisted Changes. </title>
			<description>Thank you Ben. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./601362/</link>
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			<title>Life [unpublished]</title>
			<description>Life is full of choices, merely a game.Roll the dice; it's&amp;nbsp;full of chances.And theres no one to blameBut yourself and your advances. &amp;nbsp;Place your moves carefully,As each move forward effects the result. Like chess, the path is planned mentally.Molding you into a wise and kno..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./601338/</link>
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			<title>Who I Am</title>
			<description>Hi, I'm Kelsey. I'm not typical, nor a stereotype for girl.I can be girly at times, and also tomboyish.I'm stubborn, independent and love to be in control, even when&amp;nbsp;I shouldn't. I find it very difficult to express my feelings in person, especially to someone I love. Somewhere deep do..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./579504/</link>
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			<title>Baseball Game [unfinished]</title>
			<description>Picture this: &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A group of friends is going to play a game of baseball. Everyone brought what they should have, all the necessary equipment it takes to play a simple game of baseball. Remember, this game is just for fun. But of course, teams must be picked. So here's who's..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./566079/</link>
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			<title>Invisible</title>
			<description>Ever feel alone in the middle of a crowd? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./549128/</link>
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			<title>[my mind's unfinished]</title>
			<description>How else do I describe my lack of writing? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./546288/</link>
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			<title>Ten Times Better</title>
			<description>I had to make a choice.And it had to be one or the other. There were no compromises.No do-overs. Someone was going to get hurt. So I made my choice.And as the tears stream down my face,I have to question whether its the right one.But the way you let me go, The way you just vanished..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./537213/</link>
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			<title>Dead Man Walking</title>
			<description>How about a haiku? Personally, what I am right now. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./533598/</link>
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			<title>Writer's Block</title>
			<description>My thoughts,Where have they gone?&amp;nbsp;My ideas,Overcome with a yawn.&amp;nbsp;I stare dully at the page,The cursor blinks repetitively.&amp;nbsp;Half ideas appear in my mind,But the empty space taunts me menacingly. &amp;nbsp;Writers block. This acurs&amp;eacute;d thing.&amp;nbsp;Obvious ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./532759/</link>
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			<title>Judge, Jury and Executioner</title>
			<description>How can you sit there, judging everything that passes infront of you?How can you be so critical of things you know nothing about?You say you just are speaking your mind, but I think you just need to attack someone.You say you spare us from what you truely think, yet the venomous things that yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./532226/</link>
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			<title>The End of the World</title>
			<description>Because of recent events, this story will probably never get finished. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./525020/</link>
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			<title>How could they know? </title>
			<description>Just something I started thinking about, and it kinda snowballed after that, getting alot deeper than I had planned... </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./517275/</link>
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			<title>Down the Rabbit Hole</title>
			<description>And so down the rabbit's hole you go. A blind leap of&amp;nbsp;faith, of love.You trust me enough, Love me enough to jump. Following your heart, wherever it might take you.&amp;nbsp;But don't you dare worry, Because I am coming too. Down the rabbit's hole.Falling more in love everytime I s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./511850/</link>
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			<title>Vunerable</title>
			<description>Vunerable. Thats how I feel. I've said everything I can,Done everything that needs doing.I've put myself out there. &amp;nbsp;And now I wait.My heart on the line.&amp;nbsp;Its now up to you. I've left the decision in your hands. Take it or leave it. But once you decide, It's final...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./505435/</link>
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			<title>Living with Fantasies. </title>
			<description>My thoughts, written down. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./504633/</link>
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			<title>Empty</title>
			<description>And so it hits.The loneliness.Not seeing your face, or hearing your voice, or even seeing words that came from you.&amp;nbsp;Its not there.&amp;nbsp;And so it sets in.The paranoia.Constantly clicking, Checking,The hoping...That maybe, just maybe,I could see your name.Hear you..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./501863/</link>
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			<title>Child Support</title>
			<description>I was inspired but an excert from a novel, except this is more modern.. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./493918/</link>
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			<title>A Hug</title>
			<description>A Hug. Spelled H-U-GWritten on paper. By definition, an Embrace between two people. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You and I.To be Squeezed tightly in your arms, With fondness. With affection. &amp;nbsp;It's a gesture that can be used toConsole&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./493128/</link>
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			<title>Two Options</title>
			<description>An issue a close friend is suffering through... </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Listen%3FCare./492459/</link>
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