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			<title>Lost Friends</title>
			<description>Once in a while, we came to the point of loosing a friend, a well loved friend.
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			<title>Childhood</title>
			<description>How time Flies.</description>
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			<title>Chasing Trails In Life</title>
			<description>Uncertainties- one thing that holds us back and hinders us in tracking real life. </description>
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			<title>Faint Memories</title>
			<description>We sometimes get lost once a wave of problems clashed to us. Aren't these things meant for a lesson?</description>
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			<title>Way Out</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Once in a while, I have comeacross the fact of hatred and acceptance.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;My existence is cunningly made.It&amp;rsquo;s been five years when I wrotea story. Using ink and Speedball, I made a piece of my life readable. I&amp;rsquo;m now thirty years old, aged bydespai..</description>
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			<title>Wax and Dye</title>
			<description>Out of despair, ink had given birth to this poem. I salute experiences as my greatest professor.</description>
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