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			<title>lost in the darkness </title>
			<description>in   my   mind   i   see   
   my   body   hanging   limp   from   the    tree     </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1651141/</link>
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			<title>This world</title>
			<description>In this world that we make our own,lots of friends, yet still aloneIn this world there is nothing to gainJust a vast amount of unwanted painIn this world we hold so dearEvery day the end draws nearIn this world, a lonely girlHer sleeves stained red from the cuts that bled.I..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1608587/</link>
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			<title>Heart of glass</title>
			<description> An innocent little girl, Wasn't prepared for this vast worldHer heart was crystal clearLike the love she held so dear..Then she saw a key Lying on the floorIt unlocked the secrets Behind that big doorHer eyes opened wide as she saw the truth The world is old and dark and c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1590115/</link>
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			<title>There once was a girl...</title>
			<description>&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; &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; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1537072/</link>
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			<title>Believe</title>
			<description>&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;May you follow&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;your dreams&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1522205/</link>
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			<title>Death.</title>
			<description>Have you ever wished for something, but then regretted it a moment later?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1476746/</link>
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			<title>Imagination</title>
			<description>      My imagination is the only escape now        I am having a psychotic breakdown                I may break down but                I will always truly try        To fight these voices inside my head        Cause I have something to live for           For I have survived the war ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1475106/</link>
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			<title>These demons in my head</title>
			<description>                 I lie here awake              In the dead of night             My head starts to ache       I still can't get over this fright      There are demons in my head    Telling me to go kill myself instead  These voices come from my own head                 As I lie here..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1474895/</link>
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			<title>A walk in the park</title>
			<description>The cool grass between my toesThe light breeze tickles my noseUp in the trees I hear a soundOf the birds flying round and roundBuilding nests for their youngAs I walk amongAll the people in the parkI hear a small dog barkA young man fishing in the lakeFor goodness sake, he's ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1474575/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>&quot;Have you ever felt alone in a room full of people?&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1474485/</link>
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			<title>My mind is a tangled web.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In my mind, you will findA tangled web of thoughtsBehind my eyes is a forbidden placeIt holds the key to my heart&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Oh, behind my eyes,&amp;nbsp; A forbidden place lies&amp;nbsp;No one has ever been there.In my mind there is no air,Oh I cannot breathe,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1474462/</link>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>Everybody has problems, whether you embrace them or not.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1474395/</link>
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			<title>&quot;The Surprise&quot;</title>
			<description>9 year old Emily is surprised to find a baby in her Mothers hands, after about 9 months of her mother feeling like crap.
It turns out, the frail little baby in her Mothers arms has a special talent!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HeatherWoodard/1474384/</link>
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