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			<title>Shame</title>
			<description>Thought process after self-harming. Reminds me not to do it. These consequences are NOT worth it. Getting better though! 4 months clean! :)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poison_and_wine/1603480/</link>
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			<title>The girl with the red balloon</title>
			<description>The girl with the white balloon,Quiet and alone.Kept to herself,Never to pain those,Those who hurt.Those who stole.She smiled through the day,Never feeling the same.As much as she cared,People never tried.Tried to understand.Tried to accept.Once one to shake off pain,began to slice.Slice away the hu..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poison_and_wine/1524618/</link>
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			<title>Solitary Confinement </title>
			<description>A 10th grade english essay</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poison_and_wine/1524479/</link>
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			<title>Practice</title>
			<description>Their fingers glide so precisely, so deliberately down the neck. The sound that resonates brings me into an awe. Suddenly I'm dumbfounded by the breadth of their self-control, their patience, the outcome. I long, I envy to produce such a melodious sound. As for now, I sit. I sit here in my melanchol..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poison_and_wine/1492406/</link>
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			<title>Demons</title>
			<description>Sometimes the demons in my head eat away at every happy thought, tear down my hopes, rip apart my dreams. They thrive on the little things in life that make it meaningful. When they are done letting their thoughts of insecurity, hopelessness and despair fester there, I am left alone. Alone to wallow..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poison_and_wine/1492042/</link>
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			<title>Magnolia</title>
			<description>Days run together as the nights grow longer. The cold of December bleeds through the barren limbs of the Magnolia. Once a resplendent sight, an admirable exhibition of the work beyond human comprehension is now a lifeless, stiff figure. All the soul of this creation has been drained and left to with..</description>
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