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		<description>The original writings of author MissKatiekat</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Too often I let my mind wander to the things I have always found to be unsolvable. I'll be doing something, or rather my body is, and suddenly I'll snap back into this pathetic reality with a new old feeling of anxiety, regret, or some other piece of s**t feeling I deal with too often. Dr. Anasazi c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1768014/</link>
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			<title>Worth</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1768007/</link>
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			<title>I wish</title>
			<description>I wish I didn't remember what it felt like, The way you touched me.How at first it felt almost electric, because it was so new. God, everything then was so new.I felt so grown up, you were 16. I thought I was so mature, when really I was just naive.But not nearly as naive, as you are broken.Broken e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1733707/</link>
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			<title>I learned</title>
			<description>When I was young, my parents used to cover my ears when anyone swore, or talked about sex and drugs.Now that I'm older, I know that their attempts at keeping my life, age-appropriate, we'll say, was fruitless.despite their efforts, I was exposed to sex, drugs, drinking, pornos, etc.But the one thing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1698619/</link>
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			<title>My Secret</title>
			<description>Names have been changed. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1382869/</link>
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			<title>Writing</title>
			<description>It's not just words, it's magic to me.The only way I can let it go, without taking it out on myself.It's always mine, please don't take it away anymore.t.What if I took away your passion, just because I thought I could to relate to you?You think you're so helpful, so beautiful, so kind.But in realit..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1302756/</link>
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			<title>Filling The Void</title>
			<description>People are the most confusing of creatures.Because we don't always know exactly what we want,But we feel that something is missing.There's an emptiness, a void, that we don't know exactly how to fill.And to us, it's absolutely imperative that this hole be filled.So we'll think, and we'll look, for t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1289380/</link>
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			<title>This is Who You Are</title>
			<description>Close the door.Sink to the floor.Shut your eyes.Start to cry.Your hands are shaking.Your whole body is aching.Your mind is racing.Your fears you're not facing.You've gone on so long,Trying your hardest to be strong.You said no to drugs.Turned away with a shrug.Denied your wrists the blade.And watche..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1289375/</link>
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			<title>Hurricane of Pain</title>
			<description>Pain is like a hurricane, it hits you hard and fast.It will knock you down, no matter how hard you try to stay up.And it feels like it will never end.And this storm goes on for so long, you become used to it.The pain is comfortable.A home for your troubled mind and aching heart.And suddenly, it stop..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1289372/</link>
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			<title>Who I Am</title>
			<description>I am who I am.And I will be, who I turn out to be.I am not a color, I am not a scar.I am not a number, I am not the reflection in the mirror.I am not my name, nor any other.I am not any pain, mental or physical.I am not my blood, brain, bones or heart.I am not my voice, or anything else.And I sure a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1289370/</link>
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			<title>Once Again</title>
			<description>And so you're back,Once again standing outside,&amp;nbsp;Knocking on the door to my heart.My head is swimming with memories, of every time you left me,&amp;nbsp;Every time you lied,And every time I regretted letting you back in.But my heart is beating with the memories of every kiss,Every smile,&amp;nbsp;Every ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1289369/</link>
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			<title>Your Choice</title>
			<description>Everybody falls down sometimes.But it's your choice if you get back up.It's not about being strong enough, you're as strong as you need to be.But if you tell yourself you'll never make it or there's no point, you're choosing to stay on the ground.And when you're on the ground, you're vulnerable.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1289366/</link>
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			<title>Hope</title>
			<description>My mind has been full of thoughts I don't want to think, and memories I don't want to remember.My heart has been beating the pain, anxiety, depression and anger deep in the veins that run throughout every inch of my body.My soul has felt no worth, no reason to continue on, in so very long.It's suppo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1278075/</link>
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			<title>Backwards Love</title>
			<description>Sometimes pain doesn't hurt, but numbs the heart.And sometimes love punctures your veins.Pain can last, but it always ends.Love, they say, lasts forever.Bumps, bruises, they all heal in time.But a broken heart doesn't always heal in time.It's not fast enough to stop the blade from touching the skin,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1278066/</link>
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			<title>Sick Secrets</title>
			<description>You're only as sick as your secrets, they say.But what if your secrets are secrets you don't want to keep becausethese secrets are memories that won't fade away.And he took something from you that he can't return to your fragile broken heart.But not that kind of broken heart because love didn't brea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1278060/</link>
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			<title>Screaming.</title>
			<description>A short, dark story that's probably going to get me put back into the psych ward.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1275899/</link>
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			<title>Understanding.</title>
			<description>Not super confident with this..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1275878/</link>
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			<title>Anything.</title>
			<description>I'm tired of living in cycles.Cycles of nothingness, cycles of pain.And no matter how much I try,It just never ends.I can't make it stop, this endless wheel of emotion.It keeps turning and turning, no matter the cost.I'm hurting so much.Because of this never-ending cycle.And I'd do anything to make ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1265993/</link>
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			<title>Haunted.</title>
			<description>Very deep, and personal.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1265377/</link>
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			<title>This Past Year.</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote for class. What do you think? Should I share? I actually really like it.(:
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1265374/</link>
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			<title>Flashback.</title>
			<description>Once again, one of my own experiences.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1265371/</link>
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			<title>Giving up.</title>
			<description>Suicide.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1259235/</link>
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			<title>A Strange Sadness </title>
			<description>The beginning of my depression.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1259226/</link>
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			<title>Come Rescue Me.</title>
			<description>A song I wrote on a bad streak I was having.
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1256789/</link>
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			<title>Where Are You?</title>
			<description>A poem about my significant other.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissKatiekat/1250383/</link>
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