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			<title>Don't let go</title>
			<description>The fog that had crippled me, you made it cease...,The tough walk that i had set out for, felt enchanting like a breeze..Silver lining ,yes you were mine,elevated me to a new horizon, made even the gloomy days shine...I might have used my words for all the wrong reasons,and some hopefull..</description>
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			<title>Reminiscence of a Delinquent Congress</title>
			<description>Forgive me father for i have sinned,Mary was the third woman i have pinnedin a day, tried new positions with all of 'em...a little ATM made them grin,Oh! this prick is so sore now, still want to get some more ? wow !!how,dare you not blow me before , shove 3   fingers up d VJ or bett..</description>
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			<title>Love Transits</title>
			<description>HYSTERIA swallows itself, LUvE becomes EvUL... d decision u would die but not let be made,murder u she will....!memories that u cherish were just moments wasted for her..., u were just one of the crowd, not punctual enough to even b her chauffeur...how cud i f*****g fall for his game..?!wrot..</description>
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