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		<description>The original writings of author Geneva</description>
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			<title>The meaning of life</title>
			<description>A chapter of thoughts of what i've observed over the years</description>
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			<title>The thoughts and feelings of Ms. Rutt</title>
			<description>Join me, as I piece together different pages of writings that never seem to come together. Enjoy these sections of writings that seem to flow from me in my times of need. </description>
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			<title>Refresh</title>
			<description>I'm not quite sure if I still have an audience on here (I used this in Middle School). However, I must apologize for the style of my writing from the past. Back In middle school I believed that my world was ending after many attempts at finding happiness. My family was suffering after a fall out at ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geneva_54/2120228/</link>
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			<title>There was once a time..</title>
			<description>There once was a time when I would've done anything for you, but alas I apparently was never enough for you. I loved you with all my depressed soul had left, but you kicked it aside like it meant nothing. I watched you walk out my life as I watched everyone else do but today when I'm leaving once mo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geneva_54/1939260/</link>
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			<title>Sometimes </title>
			<description>Sometimes I stop and wonder, &quot;when he first saw me, what was he really thinking?&quot;. &quot;When he held me in his arms, wiping away my tears, taking the pain away what was he thinking?&quot; But then I must stop myself to remember, he left. The love I gave him obviously wasn't enough for him. I watched him walk..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geneva_54/1900891/</link>
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			<title>In Her Eyes</title>
			<description>In Her EyesAnother summer day I have to stay hidden. I felt the burning through my sleeves of my fresh cuts. But this boy approached me, he seemed nice. I said yes to a date with him. It was almost 100 degrees out and I'm still wearing long sleeves, I hope he doesn't notice. I haven't talked to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geneva_54/1883596/</link>
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			<title>In His Eyes</title>
			<description>In His EyesIt was mid-summer when I met her. She was bright as a summer's day. I asked her on a date, to which she said yes. I noticed her long sleeves, she was always in long sleeves. Today I stand across her, ran into her by the pool. I understand now why she always had long sleeves, why she a..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geneva_54/1883592/</link>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>A girls first love.</description>
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