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		<description>The original writings of author Natassha</description>
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			<title>I miss you</title>
			<description>This is more of a rant than an actual poem. I apologize if I sound like a typical girl on here. My feelings and thoughts were just pouring out of me so quickly I didn't have a pen or paper</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NattyLee/1714090/</link>
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			<title>His name was Anxiety</title>
			<description>This is who he is. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NattyLee/1672127/</link>
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			<title>Honeymoon Phase</title>
			<description>the beginning. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NattyLee/1672098/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>I know im not the only that has felt this way.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NattyLee/1672093/</link>
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			<title>Baby it's cold outside..</title>
			<description>Now that the chilly weather is creeping in, what better way to stay warm? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NattyLee/1659627/</link>
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			<title>Im Sorry: From me to me</title>
			<description> Sometimes we owe ourselves an apology for all the wrongs we have done to ourselves. This is mine. What are you sorry for? </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NattyLee/1659601/</link>
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			<title>I miss being a child</title>
			<description>Lets face it... we all wanted to grow up and be free... But are we really free?
Growing up sucks.

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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NattyLee/1390231/</link>
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			<title>The Dare</title>
			<description>This is how I met my boyfriend...

Enjoy!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NattyLee/1389829/</link>
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			<title>Mirror Mirror</title>
			<description>I feel and look like s**t lately. I have gained 30 pounds and I cant stand to look at myself in the mirror. This is just a little something *I know its not great* to express how I feel...</description>
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