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			<title>Feelings</title>
			<description>Some  love stories start up without speaking a single word and they go beyond the  limit and never end up because god has created so much chaos not to unite them at any time.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prabhani/2078807/</link>
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			<title>The tragedy</title>
			<description>My dear self,I know you have been going through a hell, for all these years.I know you have done so much to uplift me &amp;nbsp;despite all the wounds and downs.I know you have been fighting all alone against all Gods and mountains, not to bring a smile ,but just to wipe out my tears.but darling dear, j..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prabhani/2058756/</link>
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			<title>The art of living</title>
			<description>At some points in our lives we need to accept the failure.Need to accept the fact that we did lose it.Somethings happen in our lives are out of our control.I do not believe in magic either....I believe in chance, probability....Neither believe in the fact that good deeds bring you the bles..</description>
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			<title>The lonely soul</title>
			<description>No motherNo fatherNo friendsNo siblingsNo loverNo one to talkNo one to shareNo one to laugh withNo one to hold onJust me and my self To win the hurdlesTo taste my tearsFrom today till my death.......</description>
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			<title>Sweet dream</title>
			<description>I am longing to taste again the sw&amp;egrave;et smelling sap which course down through the maple trees.....I am longing to play under the big old oak tree which lay beside our sw&amp;egrave;et wooden cottage.....I am longing to walk through the greenery prairie when the dew is on the shiny grass.....</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prabhani/1890802/</link>
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			<title>The flower</title>
			<description>She planted a flower in her garden,knowing that it will never going to plant.....soil would not sense its presence,birds would not care about it either.....she watered it everyday,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to keep it alive.........although she saw it was drying little by little...On..</description>
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