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			<title>God's Love Letter</title>
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Father's Love Letter used by permission Father Heart Communications 
&amp;copy; 1999-2011 www.FathersLoveLetter.com</description>
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			<title>Secrets of the sun</title>
			<description>As the sun sets,Love unfolds its secretsOnly in darkness,Reality becomes intenseAt first you deny such beauty,Wanting it to be non-admissibilityThen butterflies shoot like stars in a beatingOf the heart who knows well the truthDenying begins to sadden youIgnoring the echo in your h..</description>
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			<title>Memoirs of August</title>
			<description>I don't know what I want. Do I want to die or fight?I love God. I do love Him so much. But lately I've been feeling as if He doesn't hear me anymore and it scares me because He knows I'm afraid of being without Him. I know He's there, I guess I'm just afraid of dying and not knowing where I stand ..</description>
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			<title>Memoirs of August</title>
			<description>I will observe all people and question their doings and beings. I see them waste away so much time, time of their lives. And to them it probably doesn't even matter. They don't know what they're missing. And maybe they're not missing much... Because lately my life is .... Nothing. It's just about br..</description>
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			<title>Memoirs of August</title>
			<description>I've learned that words have no meaning., but it is the eyes that speak. I know now that when days are dark, friends are few. It is hard these days. I am scared. I am scared of not knowing how to handle things, or not being able to. But, if I get out of this alive, I know I would only be stronge..</description>
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			<title>August</title>
			<description>Memoir of August</description>
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