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			<title>Always, Angie</title>
			<description>I dont know exactly what to write.&amp;nbsp;All my previous work has been based off of pain and longing.I dont know how to write down my thoughts anymore.It turns into a jumble of letters.So tell me how to write this letter;A letter of thanks to a woman I've never met, nor ever will meet.Tell me how to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/.%3ATigger%3A./775287/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>	I sat upquickly, trying to shake the thoughts of a man named Cameron and a woman namedCorinna from my head. Who were they? My eyes closed tightly, trying toblock out the explosion of pain from sitting up to fast, I slowly laid backdown. How long was I out this time?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/.%3ATigger%3A./639611/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>His hands were like fire to my skin, branding me with every touch ashis lips pressed hard onto mine. I pulled away and looked at him rather shyly.I knew we couldn&amp;rsquo;t go much further before we did something we'd regret. Unlikehim, I knew when to stop something. He looked at me curiously, l..</description>
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			<title>Corinna</title>
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			<title>Unknown</title>
			<description>people always say that life will get better.that no matter how hard it gets,theres always a reason to live.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i live in fear,constantly alone.no one knows how i feel.no one can even begin to fathomwhat floats around my mind.suicide...NO!i will not leave,not when i ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/.%3ATigger%3A./477861/</link>
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			<description>He made me want to rip my heart out and throw it at him...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/.%3ATigger%3A./352885/</link>
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			<title>What I Deserve</title>
			<description>Help me understand,the meaning of myself.The meaning of friendshipthe meaning of life.Help me understandthe meaning of loss.The meaning of life,the meaning of death.Starvation and hunger.Truth and lies.&amp;nbsp;Why can one write and dreamfor years to come and yetno one finds t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/.%3ATigger%3A./307113/</link>
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			<title>The Problem with ME</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The problem with me is the key thing people notice.I'm fat. Guys dont like it. Girls make fun of it.Parents try to solve it.But me, I try to hide it.I like to dress pretty, sure.But its hard to be pretty and be fat too.Talk to my mom.Talk to people that know me.Th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/.%3ATigger%3A./244093/</link>
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			<title>Above</title>
			<description>My grandpa died recently, on March 3, 2008. He was one of the people I hold closest to my heart.</description>
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