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			<title>I wish she's me</title>
			<description>Try love,they said. Succumbed to its poison, bath in its lies and enjoy the pain &amp;#2013266048;&quot; as itdemands to be felt. Then I did. Walls I&amp;rsquo;ve built for years were crashed topieces as I embraced him. The only guy I have chosen. But,&amp;nbsp;I wonder ifhe&amp;rsquo;ll be the best vers..</description>
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			<title>Far beyond pain is love</title>
			<description>Some stories aren't written; they are worn.</description>
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			<title>Stranger to her Home</title>
			<description>why are we here, really?</description>
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