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			<title>Time-Lapse</title>
			<description>You know what they say about addicts. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1987190/</link>
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			<title>My 90s Playboy</title>
			<description>You know what they say about addicts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1968121/</link>
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			<title>Unconditional Love</title>
			<description>You know what they say about addicts. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1946130/</link>
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			<title>Tainted Waters</title>
			<description>Slowly the lake consumed her. Slowly I embraced the nature of her suffering. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1944617/</link>
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			<title>Hesitation </title>
			<description>For my Day One. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1937670/</link>
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			<title>And I Smile</title>
			<description>For my Day One. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1927673/</link>
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			<title>A Lovers Image </title>
			<description>You know what they say about addicts.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1885202/</link>
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			<title>Hanging on</title>
			<description>Time to let go. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1884947/</link>
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			<title>Counting Sheep </title>
			<description>This is a short s****y piece I wrote tonight while in constant battle with my troubled mind. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1879305/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Porphyria's Lover&quot; </title>
			<description>Written for a kid in one of my classes who wrote a narcissistic anti-feminist poem about the attributes every girl he dates should have (note: he's single)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1863740/</link>
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			<title>She Screams for help but no one listens. </title>
			<description>I'm full of self-pity and people are no good. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1863724/</link>
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			<title>Different Faces </title>
			<description>There is a point in someones life where they just take time to observe the people around them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1517283/</link>
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			<title>Waiting for my Fall </title>
			<description>The nightmare keeps repeating itself and your the monster. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1514079/</link>
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			<title>A Blessing</title>
			<description>&quot;Bless you&quot; I hissed letting her go as she looked at me confused by my foreign language. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1501348/</link>
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			<title>End of the Search</title>
			<description>A request for a friend </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1467043/</link>
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			<title>Where is My Head? </title>
			<description>When I look around I see a world full of miserable people, people who can't enjoy their life because life is playing them like some game. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1465307/</link>
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			<title>Mistress </title>
			<description>There's nothing worse than a mans angry mistress</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1462192/</link>
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			<title>Lion's Den</title>
			<description>When a Kingdom is ruled by a revengeful king who will do anything to keep his rule, it is his sons responsibility to start up a war and stand up to his father. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1460900/</link>
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			<title>Nightmare </title>
			<description>When a child wakes up at night to hear his mother pleading for the darkness to take her</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1457113/</link>
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			<title>Love Scar</title>
			<description>The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1455811/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Hello&quot;</title>
			<description>Lonely is not feeling alone, it is the feeling that no one cares. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1452734/</link>
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			<title>Insanity </title>
			<description>Our mind can play tricks on us. It's just a matter of time until it takes over. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1452524/</link>
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			<title>Red</title>
			<description>When war breaks out and children are left to fend for themselves, they are looked upon as insane and ordered to wear masks to exclude themselves from the rest of society. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1448975/</link>
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			<title>Forgotten </title>
			<description>To anyone who has lost a friend lately and feels like they are alone, you are not the only one! </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TessaJillson/1448715/</link>
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			<title>Self Destructive </title>
			<description>You caused this! -My life filled with emptiness and moments I wish I could take back! The mistakes you made pilling onto my back wearing me down until my body can&amp;rsquo;t take it anymore. -You over power everything! - The medication in my system, the choices I make, the happy thoughts - my life! You..</description>
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