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			<title>Nightfall,</title>
			<description>something I once looked forward to.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bayann/2937668/</link>
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			<title>A Farewell Letter</title>
			<description>No amount of words will ever be enough.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bayann/2928721/</link>
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			<title>Highschool Sweetheart</title>
			<description>To be with you, was the greatest adventure.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bayann/2924270/</link>
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			<title>Dear Self,</title>
			<description>A reflective writer understands well that there's no need for an introduction when the writing says it all.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bayann/2902661/</link>
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			<title>Can't.</title>
			<description>A glimpse into certain events and circumstances I would've never anticipated being involved in as a little, innocent girl.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bayann/2901487/</link>
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			<title>Inside The Mind Of A Spiraling Teenage Girl</title>
			<description>Raw and unattended, written in the midst of a nervous breakdown. All the thoughts racing through an overwhelmed mind, in one, short monologue.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bayann/2901480/</link>
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			<title>Mile After Mile</title>
			<description>I wrote this short limerick solely for a history class during my junior year of high school. It refers to the time when the Native Americans were forcibly removed per Ex-President Jackson's request.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bayann/2901473/</link>
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			<title>To You, Indirectly</title>
			<description>Hidden in plain sight with the rest of my digital notes, is a poem directed towards you, indirectly.</description>
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