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		<title>Hannah Audibert | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Hannah Audibert</description>
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			<title>Loves ghost</title>
			<description>I didn't see it comingThe day you leftThat 5am breakup textMade me wishI never looked at my phoneI waited for awhileYou didn't returnSo I moved onGraduated high-schoolThen collegeThen you returned&quot;I still love you&quot;&amp;nbsp;You wrote, butIf felt like empty wordsSo much had changedThe frog was supposedTo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/2951031/</link>
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			<title>You</title>
			<description>If giving you the world meantI had to destroy my ownI&amp;rsquo;d do it all over againEverytime</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/2950483/</link>
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			<title>Trying to forget</title>
			<description>This is something I wrote for my creative writing class</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/2950369/</link>
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			<title>Loved</title>
			<description>Do you feel loved&amp;nbsp;With my head on your chest&amp;nbsp;My arms wrapped around youLike you're my stabilityOrAm I a burdenLocking you in placeMaking it impossible to moveMy arms feeling like your prison</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/2950309/</link>
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			<title>Safe</title>
			<description>When we meteverything was perfectyou saw past my flawspast my scarsyou thought I was beautifulyou thought I was an angelin reality I was no angelbut I wasn't the devil eitherwe had a one year thingyou left after one yearyou never said goodbyeyou left that to your friend to do for younow im left cryi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1391314/</link>
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			<title>lost love</title>
			<description>true story hidden in a poem</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1390498/</link>
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			<title>Mirror, Mirror</title>
			<description>Mirror, Mirror on my wallI just want to be thin, pretty and tallMirror, Mirror if I change my hairmaybe someone will start to care?Mirror, Mirror if I stare myselfat least i'll be beautiful forget my heathMirror, Mirror if I cut my wristwill I feel like I exist?Mirror, Mirror don't you?what you show..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381979/</link>
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			<title>cuts</title>
			<description>just a cutjust a scratch&quot;what's that mark?&quot;&quot;it was just the cat&quot;just an excusejust another lie&quot;what's with all the bracelets?&quot;&quot;just fashion, why?&quot;just a tear just a scream&quot;why were you crying?&quot;&quot;just a bad dream&quot;but it's not just a cutor a tear or a lieit's always 'just one more'until you die</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381976/</link>
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			<title>Growing up</title>
			<description>sleepovers become raggersjuice becomes alcoholcandy becomes weedbutter knifes becomes razor bladesscraped knees become slit wristdeath becomes a trendlove becomes real2+2 becomes 2x(5+7)6=5x/78timeout becomes detentionstraining bras become push-upsfooty pajamas become lingeriekisses become sexbikes ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381975/</link>
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			<title>i am the girl</title>
			<description>I am the girl with floral socksI am the girl with brown hairI am the girl with long sleevesI am the girl who secretly scratchesI am the girl with a depressing blogI am the girl who would be dead right now if it weren't for her friendsI am the girl who is never enoughI am the girl who loves every sin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381971/</link>
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			<title>a letter to the girls</title>
			<description>to the girl whostays home from schoolbecause she's too depressed to get out of bed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love youto the girl whostands in the mirrorunable to fight the tears as shecriticizes every inch&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381967/</link>
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			<title>Grow up</title>
			<description>Self Harm is not a trendAnorexia is not a phaseDepression is not an actHomosexuality is not a choiceSexual Assault is not provokedSuicide is not a result of cowardice</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381959/</link>
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			<title>Only 14</title>
			<description>I'm only 14 I should be writing love lettersnot suicide notesI'm only 14I should be drawing with pencilsnot with razorsI'm only 14 I should be wantingto go out with friendsnot wanting to dead</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381958/</link>
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			<title>think before you speack</title>
			<description>a b***h, a w***e, a slutthey wonder why she cut?as she picked up the bladeshe never thought her scars would fadebut slowly they didmaking it easier to forbidshe's sad, depressed, brokenuntil one day her last words were never spokenas she dropped to the floorher parents were banging on the locked doo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381956/</link>
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			<title>bands</title>
			<description>this is not my own poem I had found this and liked it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381952/</link>
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			<title>letters about litrature</title>
			<description>we did a letter to an author we liked to tell him how we reacted to the book. I was picked as a semi-finalist with my letter to Mark Peter Huges.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381931/</link>
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			<title>Futitive</title>
			<description>My feet pounded against the pavement. I bounced alonggliding across the ground. My hair was soaked with the raindrops that fell. Therain was as soft as kisses from a newborn child. It was cold out but I didn&amp;rsquo;twear a jacket. I was a fugitive and I was on the run. I had on a simple bla..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381927/</link>
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			<title>Siblings</title>
			<description>about my sister Savannah and my brother Lewis</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381926/</link>
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			<title>This I Believe</title>
			<description>we had to write an essay during school called the This I Believe essay and I wanted to share it with all you</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381924/</link>
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			<title>love is like life</title>
			<description>love is like lifeyou can fallyou can get hurtyou get back upyou're only learningthere are good thingsthere are bad thingsthere are tearsthere are smileswe're still learninglove is like life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lunaleelovely/1381703/</link>
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