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			<title>The Life of Bay</title>
			<description>A young teen finds her in a tough spot during the first semester of her senior year. After much pleading she gives in to her friends and goes to a party, the night changes the rest of her life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1987832/</link>
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			<title>The Memories that now haunt me</title>
			<description>I close my eyes, so I can get lost in yours. Your laugh echo's though my head, constricting my heart. Your pinky intertwining mine, promising your life to mine. We were young, yet so mature. Looking back I realized you were the love of my life...&quot;Let's go out to the field and smoke this!&quot; you say fi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1968320/</link>
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			<title>My Kay</title>
			<description>My dearest soul mate, My love, My best friend. Tell me I will be okay</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1968317/</link>
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			<title>I'm lost without you</title>
			<description>To Kaylee, 6/22/98 - 10/9/2016</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959507/</link>
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			<title>My knuckles</title>
			<description>And my knuckles have bled since my first fight&amp;#8232;Kindergarten and oh so young, I was so bright.&amp;#8232;But a small flame began to light&amp;#8232;And since that horrid cold night&amp;#8232;Not a day goes by I don&amp;rsquo;t fight.&amp;#8232;Yeah my knuckles have bled since I was shorter than 4'5&amp;nbsp;&amp;#8232;And..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959505/</link>
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			<title>It makes me think</title>
			<description>It makes me thinkIt makes me drinkShit can change so much in a blinkEven when you're not readyLike I'm not for you to leave meEven when you least expect itAnd it will always be bullshitWhen life throws it's hardest hitAnd you can't dodge it.I always tried to stay awayBe unattached despite what peopl..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959501/</link>
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			<title>I can't see you hurt</title>
			<description>During Kaylee's bad relationship, she refused to listen to me, and I guess jealousy had part in it as well.. being her bestfriend on the back burner.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959500/</link>
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			<title>Breathe</title>
			<description>This was when I met my husband, i was going through a very rough time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959498/</link>
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			<title>How Far I've Come</title>
			<description>I look back on how far I've comeAnd all the times I cried,Screaming I'm done.All the nights I prayed not to wake upThe next morning.&amp;nbsp;All the days I liedWalking down the hall, smiling like I don't have open wounds under my sleevesI look back on my pastAnd how I was told I wouldn't lastNo a child..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959497/</link>
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			<title>It's always the same</title>
			<description>Around the time I wrote this, a guy had royally screwed with my heart, and well I wrote this in his point of view.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959495/</link>
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			<title>I'm a piece</title>
			<description>I was obviously feeling regret when writing this...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959494/</link>
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			<title>Don't do this to yourself</title>
			<description>I wrote this about 2 years ago now. I had a soulmate. A sister. Someone I loved so dearly. She pasted in October 2016. She was so kind hearted and adventurous. She ended up in a bad relationship once.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959493/</link>
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			<title>Very Short story</title>
			<description>Never finished this, just a scene that popped into my head</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959492/</link>
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			<title>Z</title>
			<description>Bailey is a young girl living in a apocalyptic time. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959490/</link>
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			<title>Annie</title>
			<description>Annie is a young 16 year old girl with a sister 5 years old. After their mother passes their life completely changes forever.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarleenQ22/1959484/</link>
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