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			<title>A teenagers dream</title>
			<description>Stay young forever</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/1171791/</link>
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			<title>The Story of Us</title>
			<description>The first paragraph of a love story i'm writing, my love story..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/1080192/</link>
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			<title>I felt it all</title>
			<description>&amp;hellip; I could feel my heart beat getting faster as I walked intomy bedroom and began to notice all of your stuff on my floor, I experienced theconfusion as I walked into the kitchen to confront my parents about it, I feltmy face flush and redden when I saw you standing in the kitchen, I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/1066277/</link>
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			<title>Tonight</title>
			<description>Tonight, I&amp;rsquo;m going to lie in my bed and cryI&amp;rsquo;m going to listen to sad music and watch sad moviesI&amp;rsquo;m going to feel bad for myselfI&amp;rsquo;m going to let the memories dance through my headI&amp;rsquo;m going think about you and how much miss you I&amp;rsquo;m going to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/1060770/</link>
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			<title>Shane Cantu</title>
			<description>Just something that needed to be said</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/1030186/</link>
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			<title>You think you won</title>
			<description>Cheating sucks. Weather your the cheater or the one the one being cheating on. It never ends well for anyone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/977755/</link>
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			<title>Matt's song</title>
			<description>This is part of a song that my friend wrote, i take no credit in these lyrics. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/977745/</link>
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			<title>What is love?</title>
			<description>What love is to me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/976627/</link>
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			<title>Over You</title>
			<description>Why is it so hard to let go of the past?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/801533/</link>
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			<title>Isn't it funny?</title>
			<description>Isn't it funny?That your so blind.To you, your arms around him means friendship.To him he's holding the only thing keeping him pined to this earth.Can't you feel his heartbeat?Beating 100 times faster than yours?Isn't it funny?That i can see what you can't.How can you not see the way his smile chang..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/795422/</link>
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			<title>A Virgin At 16</title>
			<description>A girls viginity should be sacred</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/754304/</link>
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			<title>my other half</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My other halfI was born as a half. As I slowly grew and got older, small notches and pieces were conformed into me. Even as I progressed I never truly found my other half, until 5th grade. You were the left half of my brain, the peanut butter to my jelly. And for a long time that's how we ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/638451/</link>
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			<title>3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; I was never the kind of girl who had a bunch of friends. I had few good friends throughout my elementary school years, but as we reached middle school and all of a sudden being popular became an obsession for most people, we drifted apart as they decided to buy makeup and I decided to buy b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/592288/</link>
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			<title>2</title>
			<description>I thought about what jumping into the water would feel like, about how good it would feel for the water to fill my lungs and all of this searing pain in my chest to be released. For the first time ever I thought about what it would feel like to die. I remember having a conversation with Jesse abou..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/560283/</link>
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			<title>1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I sat there staring into the slow rippling water. The sound of metals colliding and young kids screaming filled my ears. In front of me was an inviting river of mucky water and behind me was psychotic clowns trying to leer young kids into the dangerous scrap metal that they called a carnival. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kirstenlee1995/559822/</link>
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			<title>Take me back</title>
			<description>The very begining of a book I am writing. (:</description>
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