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			<title>A Footstep to Complete the Shattered World</title>
			<description>A lady seeking for her love's affection amid his bruising ways.</description>
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			<title>A Drop of Tear as a Ticket to Travel the Outside World</title>
			<description>When our class adviser announced that she will be resigning to travel and follow her dreams, to see the world outside her teaching sphere.</description>
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			<title>Maybe Nobody Knows</title>
			<description>Missing out sucks, doesn't it?</description>
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			<title>Sinking Music</title>
			<description>The feeling that boils inside of you whilst hearing breathtaking music is priceless.</description>
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			<title>Fill My Aching Bones</title>
			<description>Come, my darling.</description>
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			<title>Final Divide</title>
			<description>Stop bullying. It might lead to a fatal thing.</description>
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			<title>To Eternity</title>
			<description>I carefully fiddle with my necktie that, I feel like, has been suffocating me for pretty much an hour now. I can feel cold sweat running down from my forehead to my chin. The tension in the air meddling with the difficulty of my breathing is killing me. Almost. What now? I heaved a deep sigh, patien..</description>
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