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			<title>Prolougue</title>
			<description>He is Love. He is Power. He is Life. He is Everything.Our lives revolve around Him. Praying to Him. Doing good by Him. Living by His rules.&amp;nbsp;He, who created all, I cherish above worldly possessions. He, who rules all, I bow to his command. He, who sees all, I hide no secrets. He, who knows all, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1794319/</link>
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			<title>Run</title>
			<description>For seventeen years, Jessa grew up in the Josiah Angel religious community. But as certain events unravel in the once paradise society, her faith is shaken. Now she must make a decision: stay or run.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1794315/</link>
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			<title>Bright Eyes, Dead Eyes</title>
			<description>TillyBlue, Green, Brown, Hazel,Every color&amp;nbsp;in-between.Black, White, Brown, Olive,It doesn't matter.The eyes can show you&amp;nbsp;Everything or Nothing.Around the room,tired, sad, happy, angry.The eyes say what's onthe inside, deep down.The greenest eyes&amp;nbsp;with thedeadest light look at me.Saige,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1575371/</link>
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			<title>Masks</title>
			<description>Under the fa&amp;ccedil;adeNothing is what it seemsA different maskEverydayHiding the truthA hypocrite, lyingThe perfect disguiseNever showingBreaking down slowlyCrawling away from the worldTrapped in the downfallNobody knowsAt the end of the dayWe remove the masksBeaten and bruisedFree until morning</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1574141/</link>
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			<title>Mama's Truth</title>
			<description>Dear Johnny,	For 3 hours, they had been fightin'. Yellin' and throwin' things, like they always did. Daddy accused Mama of cheatin' and stealin' his money. I knew they were true. Mama never thought Daddy was enough. But Daddy was a mean man, forced Mama to marry him after she got pregnant with you, ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1574139/</link>
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			<title>Face Mask</title>
			<description>SaigeI put it on in the mirrorit stares back at mehappy, almost,A small painted smile,not to big or wide,I might crack.The mask I wear,nobody knows or seeswhat's underneath.In my eyes I can seethe scared little girlhiding in the dark.The makeup coversthe black and blue,nobody asks.If only they knew,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1572988/</link>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>HudsonI watch Her.	Heart skips.		Blood boils.I need Her.	Every day.		Every second.I want Her.	Always, forever.		In every way.I love Her.	More than life.		More than anything.I have Her.	Never letting go.		Holding on tight.I watch,	I&amp;nbsp;need,		I want,			I love,				I have,Her.		</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1572969/</link>
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			<title>1 Pound</title>
			<description>Tilly135.41 pound since tuesday1 bite of an apple1 bite of toast(spit it in the napkin when Dad's not looking)1 glass of water7:201 car honk1 goodbye1 cute boyfriend(kiss good morning..I love him so)1 more just cause7:451 bell1 kiss1 hug(I love him so much it hurts)1 longing look7:501 room2 friends1..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1572955/</link>
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			<title>Good Morning.</title>
			<description>MorganBING!Bright screen, dark roomAre you up?Fingers tap, message sentNow I am.Roll over, moan loudlyIT'S SENIOR YEAR!!!!!Last year, hip hoorayYay.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1571793/</link>
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			<title>Nothing</title>
			<description>SaigeNothing.	Bottomless, lightless, swallowing.		It's like I'm falling, slowly,								down,									down,										down.Nothing.	Just a hole, black &amp;amp; swirling,		Eating my insides, gnawing,								piece,									by,											piece.Nothing.	Soon there will be nothing left.		Broken shards of wha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kelseyraem/1571774/</link>
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			<title>The End of It All</title>
			<description>Senior Year, everything boils down to this. While everybody else's lives are just starting, Saige and her friends and family's fall apart. Scattering the pieces. </description>
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