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			<title>Broken Butterfly</title>
			<description>*Warning: Self harm*</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1200838/</link>
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			<title>Stranger</title>
			<description>Today I saw you walkingdown the hallAnd I rememberedhow we used to be.I looked at you forAcknowledgement,Maybe a little smile,or a wave, just to knowThat you knewthat I was there.But you kept your head down,and kept walking,Making us look likeThe complete strangers I guessWe have become.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1141783/</link>
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			<title>Stage.</title>
			<description>Thespotlight on me,Lifeis a stageAnd Iperform.PerfecthairPerfectmakeupPerfectclothesPerfectwordsPerfectthoughts.&amp;nbsp;Buttoo soon the show ends.Curtainsclose,Spotlightdims,andI'm all that's left.&amp;nbsp;Theperfect hair..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1123583/</link>
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			<title>One Man Army</title>
			<description>There is only meMy own armyI am the armyThere is only me.&amp;nbsp;The cannon soundsI race forwardsscreaming,running towardsdefeat,reaching out.&amp;nbsp;Gun raised highmy eyes lock onthe targetI run towards heririses identicalboth holding th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1121870/</link>
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			<title>Silent Melody</title>
			<description>Fingersrest on blackandwhite shadows.&amp;nbsp;Thethird key fromtherightgentlypushed down.&amp;nbsp;Thechords reflect thelights,&amp;nbsp;Pedalpressedtothe ground.&amp;nbsp;Silently,thesong plays from theframe,thereflection of close..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1115201/</link>
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			<title>Oh My Dear</title>
			<description>Inspired by a song &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1045852/</link>
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			<title>Walk With Me</title>
			<description>After I told you,You fell through my fingers.Fine grains of sand slipping through my hands.&amp;nbsp;When I looked at you I saw such care,Such love.Now all I see is loath. &amp;nbsp;You told me I was everything, But now I&amp;rsquo;m nothing?&amp;nbsp;I thought you had owned my heart,But tha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1043518/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Ten - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;New York Times Newspaper&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Skylar Brown, the girl who lived. That&amp;rsquo;s the name everyone is giving her. After a tragic car accident with boyfriend, Grayson Simmons, Skylar was killed instantly on impact. Grayson came through with minor injuries, though he to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1021822/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Nine - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>Grayson&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All of my tears were gone. They all drained out during the service. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone gave their condolences to me and her family as everyone walked out to their cars. They were headed to the graveyard, where my angel&amp;rsquo;s bo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1021798/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Eight - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>Skylar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The room was heavy with sorrow. I stood just behind my body. I looked to be sleeping, eyes closed peacefully, with my hands folded gently over my stomach. It would&amp;rsquo;ve been peaceful too, if it wasn&amp;rsquo;t for my body lying in the coffin.&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1021692/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Seven - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>Grayson&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The car swerved. Tires squealed. Glass shattered.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were jolted forwards, slamming into the pole, as another car hit us from the back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Skylar screamed, but it was cut short.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1021519/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Six - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Skylar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The sun was setting in the sky as it swirled with yellows, oranges and pinks. I grasped Grayson&amp;rsquo;s hand pulling him through a large field. The long blades of grass tickled my ankles causing me to giggle as he laughed along with me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1021508/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Five - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>Grayson&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Something didn&amp;rsquo;t feel right. I didn&amp;rsquo;t knowthe feeling, but it was off. Iglanced around my bedroom when suddenly my phone vibrated to life. I reachedover seeing Skylar&amp;rsquo;s face sprawled across the screen. She was so beautiful.&amp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1020746/</link>
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			<title>Listen</title>
			<description>Listen to your heart. &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1020273/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Four - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>Skylar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Where are we going?&amp;rdquo; I giggled as Grayson pulled me down the hallways. His hand was warm as our fingers wrapped around each others. He stopped at the art room giving me a big grin. &amp;ldquo;School ended an hour ago,&amp;rdquo; I pointed out, &amp;l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1020241/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Three - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>Grayson&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I waited at the park leaning up against a lamp post. The night was cold, yet held a warm breeze as I stood there. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Suddenly I heard a car door shut. I glanced up to see a small silhouette standing in the shadows. I strai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1019957/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>Skylar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My notebook laid across my lap as I sketched out lines. I would occasionally glance up at him, and when our eyes met I would quickly look down.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For my caricature I brought out his broadest features. His freckles covered h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1019716/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One - The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>Grayson&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I sat in art class, twirling the brush between my fingers. The bristles lightly swept over my fingertips leaving a wet trail. Mr. Calahan stood up before the class clearing his throat, catching my attention. I set the brush down.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1019699/</link>
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			<title>The Girl Who Lived</title>
			<description>Skylar Brown, known as the girl who lived.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1019642/</link>
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			<title>55 Ways to Prevent Boredom in Class</title>
			<description>Wrote this one day, hope it makes you giggle.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1012879/</link>
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			<title>The Moment</title>
			<description>Dedicated to him. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/1011250/</link>
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			<title>Rain On Me</title>
			<description>A sweet poem. &lt;3</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tayella23/715280/</link>
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