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			<title>Thurs, Aug 20th, 10:44pm, 2015, Summer</title>
			<description>Thurs, Aug 20th, 10:44pm, 2015, Summer    I ran away last night. Well, sort of. I just didn't come home. That's more like staying away then running away in my opinion. Staying away is for the better. I just stayed at my boyfriends. I didn't really want too. He just wants to hold me close and cud..</description>
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			<title>Loops</title>
			<description>I started writing this short story, turning into book, a few months ago. This is just the starting paragraph. Any feed back that is constructive can help :) thanks for the read!</description>
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			<title>Sun, Aug 16th, 12:47am, 2015, Summer</title>
			<description>First scrap of many , of my late night thoughts being typed and expressed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kayla_Viola/1606269/</link>
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			<title>A woman you never knew</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote for my English class about my great grandmother who died of cancer a month after I was born.</description>
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