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			<title>Scars </title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve put so many scars on my bodyDonned any instrument my shaking hands could wrap themselvesaround and torn my skin to shreds.I&amp;rsquo;ve drawn on myself with blood as my ink until I was nolonger canvas but discarded cocktail napkin tossed out with..</description>
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			<title>Forgetting </title>
			<description>A small poem I wrote, largely uneditted, need advice on the structure and editing. </description>
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			<title>Wednesday</title>
			<description>Spoken word about my troubles with eating disorders</description>
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			<title>He asked</title>
			<description>A - very- short story based on Anne Wallace style paintings that give no context of the event that is happening. They give the paintings a meaning irrelevant of any other contributing factors.</description>
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