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			<title>Love. </title>
			<description>Love , love is something uneblieveable.Either its for your family , Friends , or for him. What makes me sad , is thinking about the love thats been wasted . Cheaters , liers , two timers . Wasted it all. Shattering someone's heart into a million pieces , just like a mirror , which can never be h..</description>
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			<title>It Hurts.</title>
			<description>It hurts how people leave you, just like you are worthless , useless  , They leave you because of some stupid misunderstanding. But they never realise , how much the other person loves them . And I guess they never will. Because all they can see is that they are right . And the world is wrong. But w..</description>
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			<title>Just A Mass Of Cells.</title>
			<description>Conceived, as nothing but a mass of cells.Growing everyday inside the mother, the feeling of joy that parents feel, when they think about their little baby boy, when the mother couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep because of him, never did complain.When the father had hectic days but still a smile on his face every..</description>
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