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			<title>The Final Cut</title>
			<description>A girl in her last minutes of life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lissamia4/1643275/</link>
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			<title>Angels </title>
			<description>Amber looked up at the dark sky, rain pelting down face. The rain mixing with her tears so no one knows that she is crying. She forced her eyes to stay open even though she felt tired; all she wanted to do was sleep. She didn&amp;rsquo;t feel pain or lost anymore, she felt relief for the first time in h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lissamia4/1494671/</link>
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			<title>The girl they once knew</title>
			<description>	&amp;nbsp;I feel like I&amp;rsquo;m drowning. Someone holding mybody down and I&amp;rsquo;m getting sucked into the dark sticky abyss. Tendrils ofdarkness that feels like hands hold on to my wrists, making it harder to fight.Pulling me under till I cant breath. I fight till I&amp;rsquo;m too tired to fight..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lissamia4/1350375/</link>
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			<title>Weakness</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;She looks at her arms, stomach, and thighs. She hates what she sees, what she done to herself at the moment of weakness. They get lighter as days go by but you can see them all the same. The lines, perfect in a row,&amp;nbsp;precisely the way she needed it to be. Even in her moment of weakness her..</description>
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			<title>The Start of Something</title>
			<description>Control, to exercise restraint or directionover; dominate; command.Julissa has nocontrol over herself anymore. Edna has made sure of that. Edna knows the girlweakness and has a way to make her believe everything she says. She is the girlin her mind and she has grown very comfortable stay..</description>
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			<title>my love, my forever</title>
			<description>This man. My husband.My support system.The world.The strongest man I met to be able to put up with me.&amp;nbsp;Just like our vows.I promise to love you forever.My&amp;nbsp;heart,&amp;nbsp;My&amp;nbsp;forever.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lissamia4/1346234/</link>
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			<title>The Girl In The Mirror</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She looks in the mirror. She stares at the person in the mirror, she turns to the left and then the right. She walks away then comes right back. She stares at the mirror for along time. She is under the spell that the girl in the mirror has on her. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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