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		<description>The original writings of author Kiitsu</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>                                                 7 MONTHS LATER&amp;ldquo;Wow Vi, we have made a huge break-through this week.&amp;rdquo; My psychologist says as she turns off her recorder. &amp;ldquo;I am very proud of you.&amp;rdquo;       &amp;ldquo;Thanks&amp;rdquo; I sigh as I look at the ground in front of me. &quot;H..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1379263/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Seven</title>
			<description>I wake up in a place that is all too familiar, the sterile smell, the undertone of sadness, the quiet beeping. &quot;Why am I here? I&amp;rsquo;m not sick, or at least I don&amp;rsquo;t feel sick.&quot; I think. I look around slowly and notice the get well cards on the table at the foot of the bed. &quot;Why am I here? I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1379260/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description> I lay on the ground crying, my clothes scattered randomly around the room. &quot;How could he do that to me? He is dating my sister for crying out loud.&quot; I cry to myself silently.       &amp;ldquo;Vi?&amp;rdquo; I hear Nate ask. &amp;ldquo;Vi, what the heck happened in here?&amp;rdquo; I don&amp;rsquo;t respond, instead ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1379259/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>A few minutes later I hear chains scraping along the ground towards the room. &quot;Do we have to do this? She is going to end up getting free and you know it!&quot; A muffled voice whispers as the chains are dropped on the ground.       &quot;I want her to have some freedom, Josiah. Otherwise she will hate me e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1379255/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>In this chapter we meet Nate for the first time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1379253/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>In this chapter we discover why Vi asks her sister for permission to go out and do things and why her sister is in charge of her.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1379251/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&quot;Check mate! Another victory by the queen!&quot; I yell loudly taunting my boyfriend Luke.     &quot;Damn baby, how do you beat me every time?&quot; He asks gently, putting the chess set away. I stare at him a moment. Luke has long brown hair and sky blue eyes that make me melt inside every time I look at him. &quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1379248/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>    I roll over on my side after hearing my alarm clock go off for twenty minutes, and by alarm clock I mean my sister. &quot;Vi, get your big butt out of bed!&quot; Scar yells loudly from outside my ancient looking bedroom door. &quot;Ugh. Another day following in the footsteps of my sister.&quot; I mutter to myself..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1379246/</link>
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			<title>The Kidnappee Diary</title>
			<description>Violet Marie Hellfire, Vi, is a regular teenage girl. Yet, what happens when her ex and her sister's boyfriend decide to get revenge on her?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1379239/</link>
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			<title>What We Became</title>
			<description>The people in this poem are fictional</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1377401/</link>
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			<title>Nightfall</title>
			<description>Wrote this in December, hope you enjoy.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1377398/</link>
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			<title>The Death Inside</title>
			<description>The pain won&amp;rsquo;t magically disappear, There isn't a possibility of happiness coming near, I don&amp;rsquo;t want to smile, Just let me be dead for awhile, If you want to talk go ahead and try, But all you&amp;rsquo;re going to do is make me cry, I&amp;rsquo;m dead right now, I really am not su..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1377393/</link>
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			<title>What The Eyes Cannot Hear</title>
			<description>I used a technique called synethesia in this piece. This technique purposely mixes up senses in a piece of work.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1377392/</link>
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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>I thought you loved me. But you never did. I was just a nobody. I was just some kid. You just used me. I was just a tool. And after you were done. You called me a fool. I loved you a lot. I gave you my heart. But you took it in your hands And tore it apart. So I write this po..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kiisha1997/1377386/</link>
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