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			<title>Infliction</title>
			<description>You were there - with me.Only the two of us.My mind stopped running,making the heart beat.Faster.&amp;nbsp;As seconds flew.Hugged me tight.Crying.Never lost hold off me.&amp;nbsp;Then you spoke, love wasn't meant for you...&amp;nbsp;and him...&amp;nbsp;That brought me restless.Off ..</description>
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			<title>Dreams Aimed: a Sacrifice</title>
			<description>I am for my happiness, but for purpose, I crave for passion. A reason why I always direct my dreams tomorrow. Cause it's always pain and frustration that arise from my perspectives, not minding the completeness I feel being with some friends to rely on.</description>
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			<title>It's not That Hard To Imagine</title>
			<description>Sometimes I start to ask myself, am I assuring myself what's best for me? Have i grown enough to face the crowd of danger? Or am I just playing with this contemporary game I entered, running backwards, and hiding from the challenges associated with growin</description>
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			<title>Light Of Thy Nation</title>
			<description>I made this way back high school times; now I'm on my summer stay in this university. My brother needed to pass a poem as an assignment regarding the present status of politics in our nation. But, I might have said it in irony. Quite interesting. I did ba</description>
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			<title>Childly Success Come 6</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote for my brother now that he's already in 6th grade and sooner, he will accept the new challenges coming on his way as he steps higher into a new journey, high school life. +1 year ago+

He just graduated. Thank God. But, I wasn't able to g</description>
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			<title>Love and Everything</title>
			<description>A compilation of poems, works, etc. which tackles about love and everything that surrounds it.</description>
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			<title>Just Posted</title>
			<description>1, 2, 3, 4,... and to distinction.

For a moment, had I been counting all the stars I've been with throughout the night/s of improper use of an unusual privilege. Every star twinkling over me, had been more likely insignificant as though Heaven blessed</description>
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