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		<description>The original writings of author NaCl</description>
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			<title>Not the victim</title>
			<description>I leaned into the cold metal doorway of the classroom, staring at the one girl left to leave. A smile pushed my lips into a gentle arc as I waited for her to notice me. When she did, it was a scene to remember.&quot;You,&quot; she snarled, &quot;You low life good for nothing peice of-&quot;I put my hand out to keep..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/824633/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>The old fashioned bell slammed against my ears as I sat in my seat and adjusted my glossed over lips and short plaid skirt. Miss Crundle strode to the front of the room with a superior manner that was held by a handful of the students here. Soon the woman, really it was pointless to call her anythin..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/817164/</link>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>I knew that Baerburry was an odd school. But I had no idea how I odd. I have exactly 13 months to have my full memory and spin it into a story for you to enjoy. I will never see these word again. But you will. You will know the secret of Baerburry.I am Hope Wurther, I attender Baerburry fo the ful..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/817151/</link>
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			<title>The Secret of the Elite</title>
			<description>There are the groups, and each have their secrets.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/817147/</link>
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			<title>Cupid is an idiot</title>
			<description>What is this thing called loveIs it real and trueCould&amp;nbsp; happen to me and youI refuse to belive in loveIt&amp;nbsp;just doesn't happen to meI don't want it to you seeI never asked for thisTo like polar oppositesI never wanted to be unsureOf who could cureMy lovesick twisted mind..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/816801/</link>
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			<title>Patterns</title>
			<description>The wind is a rollingHeavy soundBlue and greyExcept on a summers dayThe sun has no patternIt is scatteredAnd emptyHow can I explainI see what others do notFeel what should be impossibleWords were never enoughI cannot bend them just rightTo tell you that the following line is ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/816764/</link>
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			<title>Crimson</title>
			<description>A crimson petalCups the morning dewTender as a motherAs lovingly toA single crimson dropFrom the wrist of a girlPale as snowCrimson cheeksBurn and tightenTeeth clenchFists tenseCrimson has so many placesIt can travel toBut my favorite placeIs on the cheeks of you&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/816320/</link>
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			<title>If only I heard</title>
			<description>These words from your lipsWhen will they slipWhen will you tell meHow much you need meI can't shake this feelingOf this wanting and needingI can't let go of youYour burned in my mindIf only I heardThat one single wordCould change the whole gameLife would never be the sameAnd ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/816315/</link>
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			<title>Live how you want</title>
			<description>Oh little girlYou seem so sadBecause you grew upWith a mean old dadOh girlYou are so depressedBecause you can't affordA pointless dressYou slice your fragile skinThat is where it beginsYou are not happy With happiness&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;***Afternote***It seems like lately every..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/816208/</link>
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			<title>Bad boy</title>
			<description>I always go for the bad boyWho would never give me a chanceHope that I could be special enoughNot to slip away like sandI pine for the jerksFor the heartless and coldHoping I could be the warmpthThey yearn to hold</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/815840/</link>
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			<title>Labels</title>
			<description>If you tryYou will failYou can attemptTo no availLables never stick to my skinYou skull is as thickAs your mind is thinIf you think I will ever fitA cookie cutter shapeMeant for the likes of hipsters And snakes</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/815837/</link>
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			<title>Call me crazy</title>
			<description>Call me crazyBut his ice blue eyes make me meltCall me crazyBut his fire red hair makes me freezeCall me crazyBut his inviting looks scare me senslelessCall me crazyBut every word is a lyricEvery syllable a noteEvery sentence is a poemCall me crazyHe would never goFor the gir..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NaCl/815826/</link>
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			<title>Gone</title>
			<description>Gome are the daysOf the careless and the freeGone are the daysOf the you and meGiven way to depressingOpressing creaturesWe used to be so vividBright as the sunThen came the later yearsIt was not long before we were doneI used to dream a twisted dreamThat followed every fairty ..</description>
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