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			<title>A Rotten Thing</title>
			<description>&quot;I was a good person before, what happened to me?&quot;I'm looking from inside my body, a witness to my own destruction.I'm talking to you as if you can hear me while my hands are buried deep inside your intestines.&quot;I wasn't always like this.&quot;I'm lying. I've always been rotten. And the rot has been sprea..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2951910/</link>
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			<title>My Bones are Rattling</title>
			<description>TW for eating disorders</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2950795/</link>
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			<title>Glass in Ice</title>
			<description>&quot;What's it like?&quot;It starts with a pressure that begins to form in your rib cageThere's a strange feeling, almost as if someone is gripping your lungs from the insideYou feel yourself struggle to breathe as if those hands are squeezing the air right out of youYour throat feels like it's closing in on..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2946909/</link>
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			<title>Stay</title>
			<description>I don't know, and I hate it. I hate this. I hate it so much.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2946627/</link>
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			<title>Tell Me I'm &quot;Good&quot;</title>
			<description>I am a dogA hungry and desperate thingIf your hands try to touch me before I know you, I will snare at you while I cross my arms defensivelyMy eyes will follow your every movement; from the way you breathe to the way you twitchI will make you nervous from the way I sit up under the dimmed lights, yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2943719/</link>
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			<title>It's Not You, It's Me</title>
			<description>When people describe me, they use the words &quot;kind&quot;, &quot;caring&quot;, &quot;good&quot;They see how I bleed and cry for others, soaking up their pain into mineThey see how I crumble and pick up the pieces I didn't break while they cut into my handsThey see how I give up my desires to appease the wants and fantasies of..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2943713/</link>
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			<title>Rosaries Don't Make You Any Less Afraid </title>
			<description>Will you love me, will you kill me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2939955/</link>
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			<title>Tender</title>
			<description>Trigger Warning for self-harm</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2937057/</link>
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			<title>Open Wounds</title>
			<description>You ever get tired of the cycle?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2936072/</link>
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			<title>Claustrophobia </title>
			<description>It's not easy starting over is it.. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2935708/</link>
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			<title>Just 5 More Minutes</title>
			<description>You are not mine, but I wish you wereMaybe then I wouldn't feel so guilty when I ask if you want to fill the empty spaces in meBut you aren't mineEven if you were, I don't know if it would be enough to satisfy this craving for affectionBecause what if that void can't be filled?I even often ask mysel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2933078/</link>
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			<title>Yearning</title>
			<description>Maybe all the yearning in my spirit is because I want nothing more than to be proven wrongI'm not as I claim myself to be&quot;I can't be understood, I can't be cared for, I can't be seen for more than what people only see with their eyes and not their hearts, I can't be respected&quot;&amp;nbsp;I say these thing..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2932192/</link>
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			<title>Dewdrops</title>
			<description>Chicken scratch from the day turned into something that let out the thoughts plaguing me lately.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/pcwwitch94/2928402/</link>
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