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			<title>Hope on the Edge of Darkness</title>
			<description>I needed to get something off my chest and decided to just....write.  This isn't based off of a true story or anything of the sort.  It's all fiction.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/566696/</link>
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			<title>You are Me</title>
			<description>A poem that was made one random night.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/455374/</link>
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			<title>Battle of the Mothers</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Battle of the Mothers&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A fairytale is an interesting but highly implausible story that can be misleading.&amp;nbsp;Because of this, many are told only one side of the story.&amp;nbsp;The &amp;ldquo;Good&amp;rdquo; side is all that gets out to everyone, but what about the &amp;ldquo;Evil&amp;rdquo; p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/421556/</link>
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			<title>Jeep</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Jeep&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;An unexpected creak came from outside of the bathroom door, in the empty hallway.&amp;nbsp;I paused washing my hair.&amp;nbsp;What was that?&amp;nbsp;I waited until it was silent before I went back to my shampoo.&amp;nbsp;There it was again.&amp;nbsp;This time I turned off the water and wr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/421555/</link>
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			<title>Avalanche</title>
			<description>Project as a &quot;Scar Story&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/421553/</link>
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			<title>A Horse's Comfort</title>
			<description>Another project from Creative Writing class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/421552/</link>
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			<title>[Untitled]</title>
			<description>Characterization project</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/421549/</link>
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			<title>Where Were You Last Night?</title>
			<description>This is a poem that I made the first day of my Creative Writing class in High School.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/421547/</link>
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			<title>Operation Inkling Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I would be leaving in 2 weeks and it felt like an eternity.&amp;nbsp;I loved my parents with all my heart, but I feel what I'm doing will bring me up better and I will fight for what I believe in.&amp;nbsp;School today is as normal as every other day, except that I get yelled at from my friends.&amp;q..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/316503/</link>
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			<title>Operation Inkling Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Again, Again!&amp;quot; I picked up my younger brother of 5 high in the air and twirled him around.&amp;nbsp;His small giggles of enjoyment brought a joyous smile to my face.&amp;nbsp;It was late spring when all the carnations and freesias bloom in an aurorally fashion.&amp;nbsp;The blazing sun beat l..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/316500/</link>
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			<title>Waves of Pain</title>
			<description>The waves,the crashing waves of pain.It slowly draws me in,reeling me in,the unbearable pain,that just swallows you,to you drown in it.The horrid, yetudderly likeable pain.Consumes the nerves,the heart, and finally...the soul.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/272420/</link>
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			<title>Leave the Pieces When You Go</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Have you ever felt like the world is an evil place, only keeping you there to put you through misery?&amp;nbsp;Or felt like the world just flew off its axis and crashed into oblivion?&amp;nbsp;When you lose so..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DivaeCantante/272418/</link>
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