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			<title>I look at the stars...</title>
			<description>I look at the stars,And remember that face,which I tried to forget,But which has already forgotten me.I look at the stars,And remember those moments,in which I lived my life,But are now curse to someone.I look at the stars,And rememder that smile,which made my day beautiful,..</description>
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			<title>The Hate</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The story I am about to tell is something some people mayfind a bit extra ordinary, a bit different.&amp;nbsp; It involves a boy, who is someone close to me,and a girl, but in a different way. I cannot tell their names. If I do so,people may find differe..</description>
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			<title>That's Enough...</title>
			<description>Leave me in the condition I am,I am alive, that's enough.When I asked my share from the wind,Then it gave me my breath.When I talked to my loneliness,Then my heart gave me a sound.The story that started from my hand,I have to complete that tale.On my grave, life stands with its hea..</description>
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			<title>Lines</title>
			<description>I wonder when these lines will end,Or is it just inside me.These are separating me from others,Or is it just something I want??I don&amp;rsquo;t know what to choose, Let these lines live or murder them.But one thing is for sure,Inside me or not, these lines doexist...</description>
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			<title>The Breakup</title>
			<description>I see a hundred faceseveryday,I don't see you.I talk to a hundredpeople everyday,I don't talk to you.I was heart brokenwhen I heard those words,How did you say that,when I loved you so much.I saw you laughingwith all your friends,But you didn't noticeme as..</description>
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			<title>The Hope</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;What is hope? Is it something we alreadyhave? Or is it something incorporated in us?&amp;rdquo; With this in his mind Aryan, a 17year old, walked through the street from school to his home. The eventsoccurred to him at school made him to think about this. He started his journeyof the ..</description>
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