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		<description>The original writings of author Raeven</description>
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			<title>Written word (sort of...?)</title>
			<description>It's a premonition, with good intention, but you lack attention, to see with your senses I'm sliding backwards while I'm in remission, by literal definition, I'm in a position with a condition called addiction.When everythings wrong, makes me feel great, when there's no love and i only find ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/2102180/</link>
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			<title>Depression is..</title>
			<description>Depression When you can't cry Your eyes are dry You look to the skyWanting to dieYet, you sighKnowing that's a lie You just want to get bySo you drink alcohol and get high Hoping it'll make time fly byBut...Nothings working anymore You're halfway out the door Or laying on t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/2085067/</link>
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			<title>Angel no.1</title>
			<description>Grey eyes Like the skies Over Seattle Make men want to battle The rush when I'm around her?Unimaginable Baby you're heaven sent, magnificent, brilliant That's why I call you Angel.You're no stranger to danger, lived life like I did I know that's why we clicked when usually I woulda..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/2039949/</link>
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			<title>Insomniac Night no.??</title>
			<description>Trigger warning.
Written on my phone, not sure which number this is...felt like I've written a thousand by now, yet very few are posted.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/2037214/</link>
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			<title>Nighttime terrors</title>
			<description>	My heart's pounding out of my chest, and I can feel my pulse in my ears. My lungs feel like I've been breathing in shards of glass, and my body aches as though I fell twenty stories. I hear someone yelling, but can't quite make out the words. I can't think because of the pain in my head and body.&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1984880/</link>
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			<title>Insomniac's Night</title>
			<description>I think it's time I let you go...To you, the first girl I loved, who ended up rewiring my whole brain to the point where I can't ever be in a normal relationship. Thank you for showing me a world where I can belong, but f**k you for ruining what I could have had with others.To you, the short..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1967057/</link>
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			<title>Messages</title>
			<description>A message I sent to someone that I'd like to keep somewhere. Hopefully one day I can look back on this and say it's changed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1962454/</link>
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			<title>Untitled </title>
			<description>Feelings i had to get out...probably makes no sense but im not gonna reread it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1961865/</link>
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			<title>Insomniacs spoken word number 2</title>
			<description>Fractured memories, the dying light of a past that fractured the mind of a brilliant pupil. The past that they can't remember, but haunts them to this day with words coupled with the stench of cigarettes and liquor.A past that haunts the present. A past filled with anguish and pain, a past t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1948477/</link>
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			<title>A Fish Out Of Water</title>
			<description>A random writing prompt given to me, &quot;a Fish Out Of water&quot; and this is what I came up with. Hope you guys enjoy it. *possible trigger, and it's a work of fiction.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1931673/</link>
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			<title>Writing Prompt 1:Hello</title>
			<description>Found on a writing prompt website, think I may start using these to get back into writing.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1930487/</link>
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			<title>A Personal Message</title>
			<description>A year ago today we had the 5k and I ran to keep ahead of you and frog face. You two helped me get a time I didn't think was possible back then. Something around a 44:37 or something...and then later that day Mr. Ron, my old home parent from west, passed away. And I was stuck by myself trying to be ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1906845/</link>
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			<title>Lucid dream-the angels on the beach </title>
			<description>Lucid dream - the angels on the beachI was a high school detective. Any weird or strange case that came to my schools principal he gave to me. It was my senior year there, and a case came up of mysterious killings. They were obviously murders, but there was no dna. There was nothing to incrimina..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1840063/</link>
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			<title>An Insomniacs Spoken Word</title>
			<description>Read, review, tell me it sucks, I don't care... I needed it out of my head</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1827071/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>It's a weird chapter, but it's mainly just to try and create a world in my head. I'll edit it once I feel I have a good enough grasp on the world I want to make.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1816021/</link>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>First book to try and get back into writing, hoping it turns out well.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1815897/</link>
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			<title>The Blonde</title>
			<description>She's a blonde, young, vibrant and supposedly carefree.She hides a past that would break most people.She's perfect in every single way,But she has no confidenceShe believes she's average, and has people tell her soShe's a goddess, and I wish she could see it.She's everything I ever wanted, and she's..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1725893/</link>
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			<title>Writing Assignment 2 (college)</title>
			<description>A writing assignment for one of my college classes. I decided to post it here to save it, and now that I'm comfortable with it, I think I'll let anyone who wants to read it, to read it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1646917/</link>
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			<title>Angels of Heaven</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1292018/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Uhm, so yeah... I was inspired (alot...the medicine, the name Jem) by a book series called The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare... this chapter reminded me about it...So yeah hope you enjoy it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1240532/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>	My name is JamesWolt. I am a freshman in Washington D.C. High school. No one really ever seemedto notice me. I was gone for a week and a half because I had been sick withfever and chills, and when I got back no one seemed to notice I was gone. Notuntil 2 weeks later when I was approached at..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1240520/</link>
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			<title>The Guardian</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Raeven/1240519/</link>
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