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			<title>Just Another Statistic </title>
			<description>&quot;One in four women will be sexually assaulted,&quot; the woman at the health fair says.&amp;nbsp;	She trembles, standing in the gymnasium of her high school. In her head she counts off three girls around her, and she makes four. She wonders if they can all tell. Maybe there's some big arrow over her head pro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1663978/</link>
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			<title>Shrug Emoji</title>
			<description>I don't know what to name this sorry but I wrote it forever ago and I, surprisingly, still like it. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1663971/</link>
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			<title>Cemetary Suicide</title>
			<description>i walked through the graveyardand contemplated the irony of a suicide among the tombstones,my body seeping through the grass to laywhere it belonged, six feet deep,&amp;nbsp;down next to the other skeletons.i can picture the gawking faces of the entire town&amp;nbsp;at my funeralas they plaster on faux smil..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1533440/</link>
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			<title>Notes From My Phone</title>
			<description>Unfinished writing from the notes section of my phone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1507701/</link>
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			<title>Black VW Bugs</title>
			<description>I wrote this a while ago but I wasn't really happy with it. I'm still not but whatever, I'm trying to actually publish more of my writing. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1501014/</link>
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			<title>Library Aisles</title>
			<description>Another one I wrote a while ago but was never really satisfied with</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1501012/</link>
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			<title>revenge</title>
			<description>You will regret this.&amp;nbsp;You will all regret never loving me enough&amp;nbsp;when you had the chanceshe laughs.&amp;nbsp;Hideous, horrendous,&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;laughter&amp;nbsp;echoes back at her.&amp;nbsp;And she eats it up like a starving prisoneron death row.&amp;nbsp;Have you ever feltlike you don't belong any..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1485681/</link>
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			<title>&quot;Father&quot;</title>
			<description>I still remembersitting in my mother's lap,&amp;nbsp;nine years oldis too old&amp;nbsp;to be acting that young,&amp;nbsp;but those tearswould not stopstreaming down&amp;nbsp;my chubby little cheeks.&quot;Are you gonna get divorced?&quot;A little girls innocent voice.Florida is the Sunshine State,but it was where my happiness..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1479800/</link>
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			<title>I Will Love Myself</title>
			<description>I'm trying to love myselfI really, really am.I know it doesn't really showbut it's a long long roadto loving this body,this face,this soul.It's so hard&amp;nbsp;to love myselfwhen I can still feelyour fingers on my skin.Why can I still feel youon my skin?What kind of impressionsdid you leave&amp;nbsp;on my ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1479783/</link>
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			<title>For My &quot;Best Friend&quot;</title>
			<description>I've been trying so hard to not think about you at all,but when I hear your name it still fills my heart with hate.I hate the amount of good things in my lifethat I can't think about&amp;nbsp;without your ugly mug floating through my brain.I hate that you were there for me during the worst part of my li..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1477247/</link>
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			<title>Showers</title>
			<description>Sometimes when I get sad I take a showerand I turn the water as hot as I can stand it,and then hotter.I want to feel it burn my skin, and watch the red splotches form.They can remind me of the places you touched.And I like to cover up some parts of my body with my arms,and then stare at the parts of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1476508/</link>
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			<title>Twins</title>
			<description>I wrote this a while ago when I got sick of being asked &quot;omg what's it like to have a twin??&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/teenanger/1476503/</link>
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