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			<title>Being good</title>
			<description>When in the land of angerSeeds of love we sowWhen in the sea of hatredThe boat of affection we rowWhen on the mountain of greedThe cart of generousity we towWhen to the plantation of warThe water of peace we bestowThats the real meaning of being good Then only we can see th..</description>
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			<title>Going through a rough phase of life</title>
			<description>I know I had confined myself I need to push harder but more time I lose my boundries close in on me leave me exhausted to push any farther everyday begins with increased wieght on my shoulders at the same time I need to tackle the boulders posed by my emotions the more I turn b..</description>
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			<title>words of a rejected heart</title>
			<description>whats leftnothingjust keep glancingat the pretty faceblushingnot the prettiest&amp;nbsp;of allseeing not everyone willfallat oncehearts attracted&amp;nbsp;towards the innersoulevery word spokenhits the inner&amp;nbsp;soulbut there's a thinkingwallin betweeni believe in 'it'she does&amp;nbsp;notglancing at the&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>The unborn seed</title>
			<description>What a purposeless life i lead Still i am like an unborn seed I want to grow I want to rise To the sky But neverthless how hard i try I cant find the sunshine Which would light the way to my purpose I cant find the water Which would wash away my insecurities I cant find the soil ..</description>
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