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			<title>Fear</title>
			<description>Fear of insecuritiesFear of regretsFear of angerFear of sadnessFear of rejectionsFear of loveFear of successFear of FailureFear of uncertaintyNow, if life is full of fear- then why do they shield themselves from death? How is this possible?&amp;nbsp;I have a fear of not knowing the answer.&amp;nbsp;Or perha..</description>
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			<title>Solitude</title>
			<description>She has a late night friend. He brings a sense of happiness to her whenever she is with him. His silence is everything she loves to hear. He never fails to occupy her mind. He is always with her during the day and at night. He sneaks up close to her to keep her warm. His name is Solitude and he alwa..</description>
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			<title>Human</title>
			<description>She is one of those who feels too much, too often for seemingly no good reason. But isnt this a beautiful pain to begin with? For voicing her emotions out so blatantly didn make her flawed. For they made her human. And human is a good thing to be. In this chaotic world of mess.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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