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			<title>A love letter to my one great love; literature.</title>
			<description>Dedicated to the one thing that has always been there for me</description>
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			<title>Clifftop</title>
			<description>Gripping so tightly onto the edge of SanityMy fingernails breaking under the strain of my PainMy forehead sweating unable to cope with the ApathyMy soul aching from the fight in Vain&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>The notes that kept the beat of my heart steady</title>
			<description>I love the way that notes float into your veins. The way that they control your heartbeat and make you feel again. I love the way music makes you laugh; I love that it can make you cry. I love that you can find solace in music,even when a loved one dies. I love that music..</description>
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			<title>Six: Almost</title>
			<description>I was turning my mind off, numbing my senses when I heard it. My saviour. My mind flashed to Rob, he&amp;rsquo;d come back to help me. But it wasn&amp;rsquo;t his voice. I realised quickly who it was. I breathed out relaxing quickly. I was going to be okay. He would help me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>The Waiting Room</title>
			<description>Everybody is just waitingWaiting for newsThey say any news is good newsTry telling that to that man over thereTrying to stay strongGriping the hand of his sleeping wifeWashing her hands with his tears&amp;nbsp;Everybody&amp;rsquo;s hopingWe&amp;rsquo;re all prayingEven the Atheists are pra..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/655774/</link>
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			<title>Unsung Heroes</title>
			<description>An everyday heroA person with a gunBattling the enemy Facing the shower of bulletsFor his beloved countryNo superhero powersJust pure courage&amp;nbsp;An everyday heroA person with a scalpelSaving so many livesGiving a second chanceTo children, fathers and wivesNo superhero p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/655336/</link>
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			<title>Five: The Party</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had been right, the room stunk of cigarettes and they had attempted to cover up the smell with perfume and I noticed they&amp;rsquo;d opened a window. She had a large room with a four poster bed dominating it. The walls w..</description>
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			<title>Four: Lies and Pretence</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Andria, I didn&amp;rsquo;t know you were doing the project with Alice and Rachel as well.&amp;rdquo; Helen said appraising the bag slung over my shoulder. I nodded, I wasn&amp;rsquo;t a convincing liar at the best of times and now I didn&amp;rsquo;t even want to lie. &amp;ldquo;Well okay have fun, make sure yo..</description>
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			<title>Three: Influence</title>
			<description>Whenever Rob spoke the table would silence. It annoyed me more than I thought possible. Even Alice silenced, which surprised me. I spent most of the lunch hour blushing and trying to answer the snowstorm of questions fired at me. Rob made it very obvious that he had no interest in having a convers..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/653891/</link>
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			<title>Christmas</title>
			<description>Just to prove I'm not a Scrooge I wrote a happy Christmas poem too..</description>
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			<title>The Real Christmas</title>
			<description>WARNING: this poem is an extremely negative (you may pessimistic? .. I say realistic) view of a normal Christmas</description>
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			<title>Father</title>
			<description>Its a poem about my relationship with my father and God; the piece is about how I feel let down by them both.</description>
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			<title>Two: First Day at School</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Andria. Andie sweetheart it&amp;rsquo;s time to get up.&amp;rdquo; I opened my eyes and sat up groggily. It took me a while to realise where I was and why someone who wasn&amp;rsquo;t my mum was standing in my room. After a couple of blinks, the truth crashed over me. I remembered where I was and why I..</description>
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			<title>One: New Beginnings</title>
			<description>There comes a time in everybody&amp;rsquo;s life when they must step out of the safety of the darkness and into the bright, judgemental spotlight. &amp;nbsp;A time when we must rise above ourselves, when we must break through the boundaries that we have built.&amp;nbsp;We must find the strength to dis..</description>
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			<title>Forever</title>
			<description>When Andie meets Rob on her first day at a new school it seems that she&amp;rsquo;ll finally get her happily ever after, but soon the ghosts of her past come back to haunt her&amp;hellip;</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;What is she doing here?&amp;rdquo; Vicoretta snarled from the darkness. The room in front of me was black, black as night. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t see her sneer, but I knew it was there. &amp;ldquo;I invited them.&amp;rdquo; Adam said smiling and disappearing into the darkness. Ste gripped my hand.&amp;ldquo;..</description>
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			<title>Big Girls Don't Cry</title>
			<description>Big girls don&amp;rsquo;t cryMy mum smiled as she wiped my tears.Big girls don&amp;rsquo;t cryThey overcome their fearsBig girls don&amp;rsquo;t cryBig girls must stay strongBig girls don&amp;rsquo;t cryBig girls just carry onBig girls don&amp;rsquo;t crySo you just go ahead and smileBig girls don..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/650492/</link>
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			<title>The Popular Girl</title>
			<description>It's easy to judge, but deep down every girl is just as insecure as the next. Remember that.</description>
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			<title>Don't tell me</title>
			<description>I am so tired of other people inflicting their opinions onto me.</description>
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			<title>keep holding on.</title>
			<description>Sometimes we find true beauty in places that seem to hold no hope. </description>
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			<title>little girl lost whose convinced that she's not</title>
			<description>A motorway inside a brainA storm inside the eyesBlood rushing around&amp;nbsp;like a trainA girl high as a kiteAn escapismA broken dreamA life abadoned by hopeA lifetime of lost yesterdaysAnd a future of no-chance tomorrows</description>
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			<title>Why I Write</title>
			<description>I pick up a penWell I used toNow I find solaceIn my keyboardI rearrange the lettersThat Qwerty organisedAnd I hope that Those reading it willBelieve that it&amp;rsquo;s not The worst thing they&amp;rsquo;ve Ever readI hope that one daySomeoneWill read my borrowed wordsAnd smile..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Adam.&amp;rdquo; Ste said, nodding curtly.&amp;ldquo;Ste.&amp;rdquo; Adam smiled.Ste turned to look at me. &amp;ldquo;Joanie, get over here now.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Leave her alone, Ste.&amp;rdquo; Adam said.&amp;ldquo;Jo, please, just come over here.&amp;rdquo;Adam huffed. &amp;ldquo;Give me a break I don&amp;rsquo;t just..</description>
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			<title>Your Words Are Immortal</title>
			<description>My humble dedication to, in my opinion, one of the greatest men who ever lived.</description>
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			<title>The Final Battle with Death</title>
			<description>One day a man was walking along a road. It was a normal day. He had a newspaper tucked under his arm and his collar turned up to protect him for the winter wind. The leaves had deserted the tree&amp;rsquo;s to seek solace on the ground. He glanced at the child in the pram that looked at the world thro..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/646496/</link>
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			<title>Perfect Imperfections</title>
			<description>When you look in the mirror what do you see?&amp;nbsp;I see eyebrows that don&amp;rsquo;t quite matchI see eyes that are different shapesI see a nowhere near perfect noseI see an untidiness I can&amp;rsquo;t escapeI see spots, they can&amp;rsquo;t be ignoredI see hair that never stays in placeI se..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/645722/</link>
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			<title>Beautiful Disaster</title>
			<description>No one looks at an exploding volcanoAnd wonders why it eruptsWhen you have lava bubbling inside youSometimes enough is enoughNo one stands in an earthquakeAnd wonder why the ground cracksWhen its built on such shaky foundationsA disaster is a matter of factNo one watches a flood ta..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/645031/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>I gulped loudly. &amp;ldquo;Are you okay?&amp;rdquo; I nodded. &amp;ldquo;Look, I&amp;rsquo;m not going to let them hurt you, okay?&amp;rdquo; I nodded again. &amp;ldquo;Lie down.&amp;rdquo; I did as he said. &amp;ldquo;Breath deeply.&amp;rdquo; As if I couldn&amp;rsquo;t with his aroma filling the room. It made me feel better, if only ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/644551/</link>
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			<title>Let Music Be</title>
			<description>Music has saved me countless times, let it save you too.</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>My eyes opened. The light was dim, but I could just about make out my surroundings. I was in a dungeon-like room. I was sitting on a chair in the centre. My teeth chattered as the rain sloshed down through the grill in the ceiling. I rubbed my hands up my arms to try and warm them up. There was a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/643200/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>The cupboards were empty, that was the reason for me having to force green mush down my throat last night. The cupboards being empty means that someone had to go food shopping. And it was my turn. Tom offered to go with me, but to be honest he was starting to get on my nerves so I said no. Nobody ..</description>
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			<title>I Will Love Her Forever</title>
			<description>I will love her foreverHe promised when he saw her from across the roomI will love her foreverHe swore as they walked under the moonI will love her foreverHe thought as his lips touched hersI will love you foreverHe said in spite of the doubtful murmursI will love you foreverHe p..</description>
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			<title>Footprint In The Snow</title>
			<description>Check outside your windowCan you see the snowfall?The animals have been silencedNo echoes bounce off the walls&amp;nbsp;Notice the whiteness of itNotice how it shinesDoes it remind you of something?It recreates a dream of mine.&amp;nbsp;Me and Lennon have the same ideaI reckon peace ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/641853/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Human kind has always feared what it didn&amp;rsquo;t understand. Probed and investigated what it couldn&amp;rsquo;t control. As a race we have a problem with ignorance. For some reason, we feel the need to know everything. These were the thoughts that dawned on me when I looked at the creature in front o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/641493/</link>
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			<title>Clanimae</title>
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			<title>stupidity will drive me to insansity</title>
			<description>Your comments Niggling like mosquito bitesBees inside my earYou wont shut upIts constantYour stupidity Its unbearableIt truly has no limitsI try to understand youBut then I realiseThat I don&amp;rsquo;t actually give a s**t</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/641488/</link>
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			<title>It is not our time</title>
			<description>Sometimes I find myself wonderingWill it hurt?Will it be cold?Will you know that you&amp;rsquo;re dying?Or will it just be a dream, Perhaps nightmare is more fitting.I am only young.I should not be preoccupied with &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Life Goes On...</title>
			<description>What we must do is hold on.We must push and we must shove,We have to crawl and we have to fight.But its just another day We must take up this fight againTomorrow. It seems so long offI don&amp;rsquo;t know if I&amp;rsquo;m strong enough.But the sun keeps shiningAnd the birds keeps singing;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/640755/</link>
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			<title>the fairies at the bottom of the garden</title>
			<description>The fairies at the bottom of the gardenDance and twirl and singThey whisper secrets and songsAbout beautiful, terrible thingsTheir wings sparkle with the tears Of broken hearted girlsLook closely and you&amp;rsquo;ll seeThe serpents within their curlsThey smile delicately They cackle..</description>
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			<title>those were the days</title>
			<description>I was just a childSo young and sweetI splashed in puddlesAnd swung from treesI laughed and criedI jumped and screamedI smiled&amp;nbsp;at the thoughtThat I was living the dreamThe nights were long The days were longerHow life was so much simplerWhen I was younger</description>
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			<title>From Inside the Protest Walls</title>
			<description>The camera showsWhat the government see'sTeenagers starting troubleStudents breaking private propertyThey show fires and glassShouting and crowdsBias hardly concealedThe opinions too loudWhile the men in blueOrder the guys in greenTo stay hidden away From those violent teens..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/639865/</link>
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			<title>a man of contradiction</title>
			<description>They preach about a manWho hides in the cloudsAway from the evil he has createdThey say he has ten lawsEach one is broken every dayHe is omnipotentHe is omniscientHe is benevolentYet he hides awayHe watches the crueltyHe ignores the constant pleas.&amp;nbsp;The teachers tell of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/636906/</link>
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			<title>Cage</title>
			<description>There is said to be a secret cageA cage locked in a red, pumping beast.There is said to be men locked in that cage.These men all feel differently.One man feels angry. He often breaks out.One man feels sad. He is ridiculed and hated.One man feels happy. He is wearing away. He is almost ..</description>
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			<title>Dealing with Depression</title>
			<description>You don&amp;rsquo;t have scars on your wristBut I have one on my heartOne for every tear you&amp;rsquo;ve ever cried.You look the same as everyone elseYou slip into a crowd.You do not stand out.You are not special.But you will never be the sameYou will never fit in.After suffering the wa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/636886/</link>
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			<title>Coping</title>
			<description>Sitting alone it&amp;rsquo;s easy to ponderon the world and its secrets.You can look at the darknessAnd forget about light.Similarly, you can cryand forget how to smile.Sometimes you must survive,along the way you forget to liveYou realise, too late,that you are simply copingIts th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/emay94/636885/</link>
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			<title>The Teenage Girl</title>
			<description>now this is my first piece, so be nice, please.</description>
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