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			<title>Star Death</title>
			<description>She was just the type of girl that you left alone. Not because she was scary or threatening, but just out of respect. You can only watch someone get hurt so many times before you stop expecting them to be ok again...She had started out like an explosion. The birth of a brand new star. Her ambitions ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarieMyers/2063420/</link>
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			<title>*not title*</title>
			<description>Maybe this time trying to breath and calm down wouldn't help. I could feel anger rising up in me like a fire. The flames consuming my heart and suddenly making it disappear into a pile of ashes. Maybe its for the best that it burnt up. Maybe it would make me numb, keep me safe from pain. The fire mo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarieMyers/1354172/</link>
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			<title>The past</title>
			<description>As soon as I see it fresh pangs of pain hit my heart. A few waves of heat overcome me and i feel my face getting red. My eyes start to burn as they begin to water. Will this ever go away? Will this depression ever fade? I have no answer, but my heart sinks further with every day that passes so chanc..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarieMyers/1252576/</link>
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			<title>us</title>
			<description>You said it always had to be about me, but yet the only time i ever talked about me was to save us and our relationship. Every day was a war between you and me. I tried to convince you to stay, but all you could do was be selfish and walk away leaving me to wonder what i did wrong. I'll never know, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarieMyers/1248913/</link>
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			<title>Broken *chapter 1*</title>
			<description>&quot;Look at me!&quot; I scream with tears in my eyes. &quot;I'm a monster!&quot;As he gives me a dirty look he tells me to calm down.At this point I think he knows that I'm not going to listen.&quot;Why should I!&quot; I yell. &quot; You abandon me completely and expect me to be calm?&quot;&quot;The sooner you learn to live with it the easie..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarieMyers/1205501/</link>
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			<title>The Unwanteds</title>
			<description>The unwanteds&amp;hellip;.&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;what we called them. Because that&amp;rsquo;swhat they are. Almost 200 years ago they forced us into a truce to end theMega-War. At first we thought nothing good would come from making friends withthis enemy, but when they sent the head soldier of their army..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarieMyers/1175900/</link>
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			<title>Don't walk alone in the dark</title>
			<description>I am nothing like I used to be. No longer a scared little girl that needed someone to love her. All I am now is a women with trust issues who has been consumed by her dark side.Why tell you my story? It's too much to explain. All the pain and betrayal has turned me into the monster I am now. I've gi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MarieMyers/1173779/</link>
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			<title>alone </title>
			<description>She screamed, knowing this time no one was coming to help. It was a scream of rage as she came to the conclusion that no one cared anymore. Everyone gave up so easily, and it only made sense. She knew she wasn't worth it anymore. She didn't blame them, she even hated herself.It's easy to feel alone...</description>
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