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			<title>Not Human</title>
			<description>Writing prompt: you wake up on your 18th birthday to find out that you aren't human. </description>
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			<title>Butterflies </title>
			<description>Describe a memorable moment without naming the feeling. </description>
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			<title>How do you see yourself?</title>
			<description>Short torso, short legs. Clean shaven and smooth skin. Bad knees that keep a solider at heart from fighting. Skinny waist, but still has a belly. A belly that wishes to be flat and toned. Weak arms that desperately want to be strong to serve. Big breast that hold men's gaze. A bump on the noise from..</description>
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			<title>A Choice </title>
			<description>I slam the bathroom door shut. I start pulling my clothes off, tears streaming down my face. Anger rising as I fling the shower door open and jump in. Hot water hits my body and my head leans against the shower wall. Razor in hand, I flick the top piece off with my thumb. I'm sobbing, head still in ..</description>
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			<title>Mirror </title>
			<description>She comes home after a night out. Walks up the stairs to her room where she grabs a oversized shirt and boxers. Into the bathroom she goes to wash off the night. First her eyes and then her whole face. She lifts her head from the sink to look in the mirror now seeing the pale and dark eyed woman she..</description>
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