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			<title>absent at heart</title>
			<description> Don't really know where to start or even when I lost the feelings in my heart, it really just went away and I don't even recall the day. Through lifes trials and tribulations my heart has become numb and not knowing when it began I feel kind of dumb, the heart is what I used to guide my life and to..</description>
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			<title>the simple man</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;i am a man who seeks the simple things in life, one who wants to feel love without a fight, to view the world in a different way, to wake every morning to greet the new day. i dont seek things because they are new, or for the things they can do. &amp;nbsp;i look for the simple things in life, that..</description>
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			<title>to quick to judge</title>
			<description>i dont understand why people feel they have the right, to look at others and decide how to view them with only one sight. they dont even know them but they think they know, exactly what they are without even saying hello. people are cruel and full of rage those are the ones who really belong in a ca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark4life/1057639/</link>
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			<title>life through your eyes</title>
			<description>life is a gift some take for granted, others see life through rose color glasses. but there are some thankful for everyday that passes. then there are the few who see life for what it is , a gift to be cherished. not to be taken for granted. you get what you give life is funny that way , dont live i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mark4life/1056666/</link>
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			<title>life of a volunteer</title>
			<description>i &amp;nbsp;wake in the morning not knowing what the day will bring, as i sit and listen to the morning birds sing, i live &amp;nbsp;a life most wouldnt understand, i am lucky to have someone to walk hand and hand, through llifes ups and downs. i give my time to do whats right, to some it would seem an endl..</description>
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