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			<title>By Sathya Sathya</title>
			<description>Ihave scored well in my tenth standard said my parents and relatives, but Iwasn&amp;rsquo;t satisfied with my result as I expected a little more than what I havescored. &amp;nbsp;My parents felt so proud aboutme, especially my father was overjoyed with this.&amp;nbsp; My mom didn&amp;rsquo;t say anythin..</description>
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			<title>Dear,</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Dear,In Coming Years You Might Remember Me OrBusyLiving Your Life, You May Forget, I Loved You Truly Even When You Didn&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;nbsp;SuddenlyYou Will Get My Remembrance Some Day.You MayWorry, Why This Stupid Loved You Too MuchEvenAfter Knowing He Would Ne..</description>
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			<title>I Am A Joker...</title>
			<description>Howwould I explain toThatI was not always sad like this and OnceI have been very happy really?&amp;hellip; Thenand there I realize it&amp;rsquo;s uselessTowaste my time by thinking about thePasthappy moments, because they wouldn&amp;rsquo;t come back&amp;hellip;.I couldn&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<title>I Know You Wouldn't...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I KnowYou Wouldn't See Me Back, Yet I Saw You Continuously.I Know You Wouldn't Smile At Me In Return, Yet I Always Smiled At You Like An Idiot. I Know You Would Not Reply To Me, Yet I Messaged You Very Often. I Know My Dream Would Never Come True, Yet I Dreamt About Y..</description>
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			<title>Into The Ocean Of Dreams...</title>
			<description>Dream Of A Mentally Retarded Lippu,, Who Yearns To BEcome A Recognised Football Player</description>
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