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			<title>Lost in Maybe</title>
			<description>Just thoughts</description>
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			<title>It couldn't happen to me</title>
			<description>#SouthAfricaRise</description>
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			<title>Life Borrowed</title>
			<description>My truth, my fears, my life on Saturday (04-04-2015)</description>
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			<title>Cupid Shot and Missed</title>
			<description>Tainted </description>
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			<title>My Breath taking 4 seasons:</title>
			<description>The beauty of Seasons</description>
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			<title>I Digress:</title>
			<description>Tribute to the writers who got me to write again</description>
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			<title>How can I write</title>
			<description>How can I write is a mindless rambling my mind should've never gave birth to. Dear Lord forgive me...</description>
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			<description>Unknown (No Title):&amp;nbsp;It was on the floor, that piece of paper not 3 months ago deemed the Testament to their Testimony; It is nowhere near important now, it is no more than the nasty things people scrape from the bottom of their shoes now.Once upon a time it was the very thing that start..</description>
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