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		<description>The original writings of author Raven</description>
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			<title>f o u r.</title>
			<description>I looked behind me: Karsen was a few steps away. I raised my hand and pointed to the door on my left, &amp;ldquo;that&amp;rsquo;s Mr. Mueller&amp;rsquo;s room, you&amp;rsquo;ll have him for second block and after him you go back to Mrs. Haywood for third block &amp;#2013266048;&quot; which is basically first lunch and then ..</description>
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			<title>t h r e e.</title>
			<description>The weekend passed by quickly, which I was thankful for. Monday rolled around quickly, and before I knew it, I was walking to school.It was getting cold :it was almost November. I shivered and rubbed my arms and regretted it. I bit my lip and winced at the fresh bruises I was rubbing. I kept biting ..</description>
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			<title>Ripping.</title>
			<description>Watch me rip butterfly wings,
I want to hear you scream,
I want to feel you pain,
And see why you're so ashamed of me.</description>
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			<title>t w o.</title>
			<description>The sound of yelling and glass breaking is what awoke me. I sat up. My head was a-whirl with thoughts. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my heart starting to race. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know what was going on, but by the sounds that were coming from downstairs, I knew I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t like it.&amp;ldqu..</description>
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			<title>o n e.</title>
			<description>The walk home never seemed so short. I would walk purposely slow, like a sloth. Taking a step every few minutes, I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to walk up the steps, onto the porch and enter the front door. To have the smell of cigarettes and alcohol attack my nostrils.School, was my safe haven. No one knew, b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Engrave-My-Heart/719908/</link>
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			<title>Familiar Falsehood. </title>
			<description>I'm sorry, but I can never tell you my secrets.
Believe me, they'll kill you.
I'm surprised they haven't killed me already..</description>
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