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			<title>Another Page... Painted With Happiness</title>
			<description>26thNovember 2010She painted her memories blueblurring outfading in every hue.It blew strong from behindthe wind,it blew and it carried herinside a new universeof landscape green and goldof innocence of love &amp;hellip;.the love never felt before.They walked onto the yello..</description>
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			<title>Pages from My Diary: That Night</title>
			<description>24thNovember 2010&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;sgreed&amp;rsquo;s world&amp;rdquo;, she thoughtand she cried and she told him.He seemed distant and he seemed strangerand a little perplexedin a little anger.She picked up the scattered sunflowershe had kicked her stacks of sunflowerslike a stran..</description>
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			<title>Pages from My Diary: Lost</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;21stNovember 2010Silent as the sea after a raging stormshe drippedof fears unknown,like a daughter who lost grip of her mother&amp;rsquo;s handin a madding crowd,she shiveredwith visions ofunkind faces and cruel intentionsLife,When divides into two; We are born ag..</description>
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