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			<title>Everyday..</title>
			<description>Everyday when she woke up,she would open that door of his which was now just a room full of his pics and a beatiful canvas.Bcause somehow that room gave her immense happiness,Bcause everytime when she gazed at those eyes she was left twitterpatted.She would sit in front of that canvas for hour..</description>
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			<title>what Her Heart felt!</title>
			<description>And so she decided to step out of the house, with a valiant heart,She gasped her wheelchair and sat on it with a thought of a new start.It was raining outside, those beautiful pearl like drops touched her alluring face,Despite sitting on her chair she danced with grace.She stopped at once when she r..</description>
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			<title>I Believed</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I will always love you, he assuredHe will provide for me, i believedI believed in everything he said,In everything he did.He would hold my hand, cuddled with his thumb over it and then hugg me so tight.And i thought everything was going right...But something happened in september mid,He became..</description>
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