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		<description>The original writings of author Joyce M.Akinyi</description>
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			<title>Greater Perhaps</title>
			<description>so maybe that's just itwe're all lost searching for something greaterperhaps something this universe cannot provide.and that is the only evidence proving we are not of this world&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>From My Heart</title>
			<description>Mine is not a story, not a testimony I don't really know what it isI never have.Daily I wake up to an uncertain desire, I don't know what it is, but one thing is for sure its ;consuming me.Maybe its an age thing, I mean, I'm 17 and practically dying from my own self .I've often created this ideal fa..</description>
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			<title>Our Endeavors</title>
			<description>This was youpoor young and obscure&amp;nbsp;you walked about my life,&amp;nbsp;like a bag of stones being dragged wherever I wenteverything you had was stripped away ,all you had left &amp;nbsp;was your faintly beating heart&amp;nbsp;I heard you say you'll come backI heard you say that which was lost will be regain..</description>
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			<title>Of days to come</title>
			<description>And yet uncertainI plunge forward,&amp;nbsp;I know not where I go, neither where I have beenI look back, and it all seems dark,&amp;nbsp;seems hurtand again I look forward which looks promising&amp;nbsp;but yet so unreachable.if this was some sort of mirage I was in, I thought to myself, I was bound to die in i..</description>
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