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		<title>Amber dawn | WritersCafe.org</title>
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			<title>The Beginning</title>
			<description>			After that, the nurse came in and declared that Gelda had to leave, so that I may get some rest. Gelda did not hesitate in the slightest, and requested that the straps around my feet, and the handcuffs around my wrist be removed so that I may be more comfortable. The nurse, however, did hesitate ..</description>
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			<title>A Girl</title>
			<description>So lonelySo aloneSurrounded by people who barely even knowThe horrors she's seenThe terrors that haunt her The truth that is a nightmareShe's lives her life in secretPretending to be what she is notHappy, loving, caring, understandingQualities she shows but cannot truly feelIf on..</description>
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			<title>An Explanation</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My heart stopped and time slowed down. Why would they accuse me of such things? I didn't do them HE did. Of course they didn't know about HIM. HE was just a ghost able to blame everything HE did on whoever HE chose. HE of course chose to blame me to torture..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/vickistaymates/1194122/</link>
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			<title>Flashbacks</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; My breath was short, ragged, and the pain was unbearable. Blood spurted from my mouth, leaving a trail visible to anyone behind me. I was moving slowly, painstakingly slowly, crawling on the ground belly-down. My arms rea..</description>
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			<title>The Curse</title>
			<description>A normal girl trying to save and inform her daughter of an ancient curse she has been running from for two decades. </description>
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