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			<title>Their Unintended Goodbyes</title>
			<description>Hishair was unkempt. His face was rough with his stubble. His eyes were bloodshot.When did he last sleep, he had no idea of knowing. All that was on his mind wasto find his daughter, his flesh and blood. My little princess is gone. Thetattered map in his hand which was worn by his de..</description>
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			<title>To Take Flight</title>
			<description>Shehad to get the chains broken fast. Dawnwas fast approaching. Myria had to escape from the dungeon before the guardscame back. Myria was not a witch like those ignorant villagers accused her of.She knows no witchcraft. She only knew how to mix the herbs and prescribemedication for th..</description>
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			<title>You.</title>
			<description>The first time I saw you, I couldnot tear my eyes away. You were playing the piano in the room, while the restof us were singing in the background. Everyone praised your playing - you werethe only one who had a diploma in piano at such a young age. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t helpbut stare at your calm..</description>
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			<title>Fragmented Hope</title>
			<description>First dayHe was keptin a prison cell. There wasonly a small window, too narrow for him to escape through, at the top of thewall facing the sun. Light came in through that opening - a beacon ofhope.&amp;nbsp; Mid-weekHe wasgetting used to the food, the water. They gave him cold ..</description>
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			<title>Shade</title>
			<description>Grey is dread,despair, melancholyfrustrationyenemptinessagetears unweptelegancevintagedreaa childhood lostcomforta dying candle of hopesubconsciousfallingfading toneither black nor whitebut to nothing.</description>
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			<title>The Marriage Martyr </title>
			<description>You actually left me to be mybrother-in-law. Life can be such a cruel joke sometimes. Marriage is the union of twoindividuals. It is the term for the legal tie between loving couples. Why thendo I see you sleeping on the couch most of the time instead of the bedroom youshare with my sist..</description>
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