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			<title>Today i died but today i live </title>
			<description>My soul cried out for every word I was unable to express, my tears fell for every time I had to pretend. Now i  carry these scars with every turn I make, never to look at you the same again. I prayed it was nothing but a mistake, not real, a bad dream now i'm ready to awake&quot;please don't!&quot; ..</description>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>I am so astonished by her beautiful eyes, and her charming smile&amp;nbsp;takes my breath away every time.Just having her next to me is always enough; especially when things get toughalways near, never far; a special touch that opens my heart&amp;nbsp;she's my beacon of light - a friend, my wife. </description>
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			<title>The clouds tell a story </title>
			<description>The Clouds tell a story, a story of how majestic you are&amp;nbsp;your rays of Glory bursting through;&amp;nbsp;It captivates me as my mind begins to think beyond what i see.&amp;nbsp;Great is your love that has kept me so long to see your GloryGreat and Mighty are the works of your hands that you make ..</description>
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			<title>The Beginning </title>
			<description>For as long as I can remember, I've dreamt of this day and to finally be here, nothing could stop the tears that fell from my eyes that morning as I looked down in the crowd and saw that pride and joy on my parents face. My mind flashed back on my journey here - all the tears, the shame, the..</description>
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			<title>Overcomer </title>
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