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			<title>Regrets</title>
			<description>	Ben was pondering over the decisions he had made resulting in his current predicament. He was driving down the road, not knowing his destination; he was incessantly occupied in thoughts about what had happened earlier that day&amp;hellip;	He was a rookie journalist and he had written an article about J..</description>
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			<title>God's Purpose</title>
			<description>I saw you struggle through life;I saw you getting frustrated with life&amp;rsquo;s failures.I wanted to explain life to you;About life&amp;rsquo;s purpose.If only you&amp;rsquo;d listen,You cry out for helpYet you don&amp;rsquo;t believe,&amp;nbsp;That change is possible.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The past is dead.Accept me into your..</description>
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			<title>Roadside Presence</title>
			<description>Every step I took pulled me away from the life I lived.Every move that I took made me feel more nauseous.I could feel the earth shake below me.No one to guide me, No one to comfort meFor I was now all aloneFlashes of light zooming past me made me realize the pace at which life moves,And how short li..</description>
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			<title>The Voice Of Addiction</title>
			<description>A familiar voice sounded from the shadowsJust when things seemed to be better againJust when things seemed to return to normalcyThe voice was heard again and againEach time getting louder than beforeWhat does it take to beat it?This question takes me back to when I first heard it;It made me feel aba..</description>
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			<title>Story of a Prejudicial</title>
			<description>Wisdom of a judge, I do not possessBut a judge nonetheless I am everyday;Deceit being the way of the worldBreaks hearts everyday;So judgement I have, to protect myself.Everybody judges is all I sayTo save me from the heartbreakIt caused me today.To judge the one close to my heart;Never foreseen befo..</description>
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