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			<title>Loneliness </title>
			<description>       Today was one of those days on which I felt depressed. After filling pages and pages with words, sitting by the window, I sagged in a pile of sadness. The overcast that felt so beautiful and soothing with a light fluttering breeze, began to gesture the signs of loneliness. The thin air devoid..</description>
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			<title>Purple</title>
			<description>Saying mysterious isn't enoughCalling me slick doesn't fulfill itBut my hiding presence is harderthan clicking an idea from hordes of imaginationOne minute you grope me with your keen sight,the other minute I am vanished to an undiscovered worldShowing myself isn't what I am made for..</description>
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			<title>Someday You Realize</title>
			<description>I work, just like everyday,no matter how much my laziness refuses me toI heard before; but now it's the truth,to live you have to keep your hands and legs movingWhen I was little, I saw my father toil to put bread on the tableAnd I took his hard work as something so easy to earnMy mother stitched cl..</description>
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