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		<description>The original writings of author Haley</description>
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			<title>Bleeding Hearts</title>
			<description>This is kind of my take on how people interact with each other nowadays, especially in regards to politics and opinions.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2070023/</link>
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			<title>Say Anything</title>
			<description>Can't quite describe the depth of this short poem...

Just know that there is a special kind of pain that these words are laced with.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2018159/</link>
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			<title>Guns, Guns, Guns</title>
			<description>Guns are not the problem.&amp;nbsp;We are the problem.&amp;nbsp;But with that being said, that doesn't mean guns aren't part of the problem.&amp;nbsp;I'll be honest about not truly being educated on the facts and figures.&amp;nbsp;I have no clue what the statistics are and I don't particularly care.&amp;nbsp;We are alw..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2018022/</link>
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			<title>[Anti] Social Media</title>
			<description>If you've ever rolled your eyes at that one person who overshares on Facebook...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2018018/</link>
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			<title>On Second Thought...</title>
			<description>Introspective thoughts swimming in the sea of collective perspective.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2018013/</link>
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			<title>Part Three</title>
			<description>Part three of three</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2015669/</link>
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			<title>An Open Letter to My Love</title>
			<description>This is something I wrote to my boyfriend just now. The importance of this transcends, and can speak to each one of us in one way or another.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2015623/</link>
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			<title>Part Two</title>
			<description>Part two of three.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2015584/</link>
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			<title>Part One</title>
			<description>Part one of three.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2015574/</link>
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			<title>Escape: A Three-Part Series</title>
			<description>This was a writing assignment for my 12th grade English class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2015573/</link>
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			<title>Russian Roulette</title>
			<description>the painfully intoxicating gamble that is love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2015515/</link>
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			<title>Innocent Sin</title>
			<description>Well, doll, here we are.. Allow me to rewind.With eyes fixed upon you,Desire occupied my mind.How have I failed to notice beforeYou and your damned sexual appeal?Helplessly, I dreamed of being your w***e.Such delicious temptation.Growing close to you,I seem to have developed a craving for desecratio..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2015507/</link>
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			<title>Hope and Misery</title>
			<description>Misery loves company, we&amp;rsquo;ve all heard it. But what exactly is this notorious entity that accompanies us in our most wretched states of being?What&amp;rsquo;s more cruel? Prolonged, torturous hope that inevitably breeds the pain eternally or brutal, blatant misery that never once cloaked itself in ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2015504/</link>
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			<title>My Demons Can Swim</title>
			<description>just a poem, channeling addiction. it's honestly a piece i wrote in hopes that everyone can relate. know this: whomever you are, you're not alone.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Halst0rm/2015503/</link>
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