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		<description>The original writings of author Savannah Hudgens</description>
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			<title>Comprehension</title>
			<description>How do I put it in words? How do I say how I feel?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The guiltis there,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; definitely. I&amp;rsquo;m starting to feel numb about it all,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; remarkably. I&amp;rsquo;mstill hopeful..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VannahBanana/1278006/</link>
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			<title>Obsessive-Compulsive</title>
			<description>Three letters, three words, too much meaning. But it makes so much sense out of...&amp;nbsp;e v e r y t h i n g.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why I over-think everything. Why my mother's death has always been in the back of my mind. Why I have to have every. Detail. P e r f e c t. (and I don't mean... ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VannahBanana/1243989/</link>
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			<title>Green</title>
			<description>The forest enfolds me.It is full of green pigment. Right above me, where the sun peeks through thefresh leaves, there is a shimmering chartreuse. Closer near me, the leavesdiffuse into a burgundy tree-bark with ranges of bottle-green moss. The emeraldgrass is speckled with ivory mushroom..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VannahBanana/1224270/</link>
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			<title>Midnight Monroe</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Maybe a game of poker, A show or a dance.She&amp;rsquo;s there every night With eyes full of romance.&amp;nbsp;A dreamer, she stays there late every night.A drink at the bar is one she won&amp;rsquo;t fight.A beauty, she won&amp;rsquo;t stop until lit afire.A flamboyant..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VannahBanana/1223865/</link>
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			<title>Humming</title>
			<description>That rage, a maddening hum that doesn't ever really stop, hangs in the air. Like white noise in the static radio, it continues, not stopping for anyone. It drives on like an ebony Bentley in midnight's course.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In the end, there is nothing. No numbing buzz, no chaos...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VannahBanana/1223861/</link>
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			<title>Good Enough</title>
			<description>A testament to the feelings I've been considering lately, pulled into a story line I'd like to say isn't my own.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VannahBanana/1217662/</link>
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			<title>Perfection</title>
			<description>The guilt of imperfection. God, how I wish I were stronger. It's unbelievable how many times I catch myself thinking these words, so loudly in my head. Why can't I be what's best for me?Happy.I just want to be perfect.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VannahBanana/1215541/</link>
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			<title>V's Journal</title>
			<description>Just a Net copy of things I write journal-wise.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/VannahBanana/1215529/</link>
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