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		<description>The original writings of author phoenix</description>
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			<title>                       What a short freedom</title>
			<description>It was dark, the perfect time to go undercover without being exposed. I put my leather jacket on and crawled my way to the concentration camp. There was no chance I could climb an electric fence, I just had to dig my way inside. When I made it inside, I covered the whole and started looking around. ..</description>
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			<title>                           I heard a cry</title>
			<description>Watching all those shows on how to survive in the wild helped me get the first start. With my pocket knife, I crafted a bow and arrows. Then I grabbed a small container that contained poison&amp;nbsp;berries, with a rock I started smashing the berries until it looked like pourage. Placing the container ..</description>
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			<title> freedom equals danger</title>
			<description>If it were not for the sunlight on my face I would have kept sleeping until&amp;nbsp;sundown. I opened my backpack and grabbed&amp;nbsp;a peanut butter&amp;nbsp;and jelly sandwich and a bottle of milk. After a well-balanced breakfast, I climbed down the tree and started exploring the woods not knowing what or w..</description>
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			<title>                                  A walk to  Freedom part two</title>
			<description>By now the masters were already tasting the beef stew. I wish I could have been there to see their faces but this was my last chance to gain my freedom. Placing the identification necklace under a berry bush,I started making my way through the other side of the wall. When I reached the other side of..</description>
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			<title>                  A walk to freedom</title>
			<description>When I arrived back at the kitchen Mrs. Soul Prikens was standing beside&amp;nbsp;the mistress. The mistress raised her hand and slapped&amp;nbsp;me, she said ''You foolish little girl think you still have freedom, you lost your&amp;nbsp;freedom a long time ago! You answer to me now so you are to obey all my co..</description>
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			<title>                                The Harvest part 2</title>
			<description>There was hardly anyone outside, the Reckpublicans were already on their job. Their main duty was to search for runaway slaves, people who opposed the laws, and slaves without an Identification necklace or as they called them tracking devices. If a slave was captured trying to escape or without an i..</description>
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			<title>                                The Harvest part one</title>
			<description>Every morning I and Kishia woke up to gather fresh cherries to make jam. While we gather cherries the other slaves were busy cleaning the house, fixing the table, doing the laundry or working in the garden. In the kitchen, I grabbed a bucket, scissors, and a small shovel. Ms. Soul Prikens the head o..</description>
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			<title>                                       the begining</title>
			<description>I was about ten years old when I got separated from my parents and my brother. I remember how five tall men with a red x mark on their shoulder forced themselves inside the house and dragged my parents outside. I and my brother were thrown into two black cars and taken to different locations. When I..</description>
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			<title>shadows of the past</title>
			<description>March 27,3207: Everything changed or died since Ronald Thrump became the supreme world leader. World war 3 was a toxic war that killed half of the human population. unlike world war 1 and 2, world war 3 lasted forty years. After the war the 350&amp;#2013265923;-360 wall that was built to cover the Winit..</description>
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			<title>                                Shut Down</title>
			<description>In the year, 3207 humankind faces the challenge of slavery when Ronald Thrump comes to power as the leader of the world. Swan Everdeen is faced with the challenge to take the system down.</description>
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			<title>                                 PAST</title>
			<description>every person at some point wish they could change an event that happen in the past or correct a mistake that ruined their lives</description>
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			<title>                                         Rose</title>
			<description>every one is  unique in their on way of being. if every person had the same thoughts,actions,dreams, life wouldn't be interesting.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iceruby/1549256/</link>
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			<title>Breathing Fire</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem reminding me of how we have the strength to over come our fears and our obstacles.</description>
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