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		<title>95% inbox full&#8230;</title>
		<description>Last week I was panicking as my mobile inbox was almost full. I had soo many messages I did not wish to delete, and deleting the sent items was not enough.

I quickly went on my worldwide brain [google] to search for the answer. There were a number of other people ...</description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2010/02/23/95-inbox-full/</link>
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		<title>An Unfulfilled Desire&#8230;</title>
		<description>Time passed him by before he could stop and think. He had a life, he was living, though the reason was unknown to him. He gradually grew with the rest of his friends, yet, unlike them, he lacked that one true desire of what he wanted his life to be.

His ...</description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2010/02/19/an-unfulfilled-desire/</link>
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		<title>Floating along&#8230;</title>
		<description>These memories float across my head

I lay them all on my bed,

I wait for something old

I get something new,

I enjoy it all

And say it'll never fall.

My future I don't know

But I will still grow,

No matter what they say

I will always lay,

In this time

To continue my little rhyme. </description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2010/02/13/floating-along/</link>
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		<title>Keep Breathing&#8230;</title>
		<description>Laying alone on the wet grass smelling the fresh air before sunrise. My hands open face up beside me, empty. Tiny lights in the sky glitter as memories fly through my head; childhood memories. I close my eyes as I start to give up. Thoughts that belong to a pessimistic ...</description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2010/02/12/keep-breathing/</link>
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		<title>Arrows&#8230;</title>
		<description>I feel my life is a bunch of arrows leading to many places...some are interesting, and some are boring...some I wish to keep, and some I wish to forget. Many paths that lead to nowhere, few that lead to somewhere.

Though Life's a journey and one must try every path to ...</description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2009/11/10/arrows/</link>
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		<title>Time for another story&#8230;</title>
		<description>It is time to tell yet another story.
A story that took place centuries ago within a
forest under a particular tree; The Tree of Tranquility.
It all started when a boy ran away from
home and found shelter under this short
wide tree.
Six weeks and three days he spent sleeping
at that place. Though when ...</description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2009/10/28/time-for-another-story/</link>
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		<title>Random Pic of the day&#8230;</title>
		<description>
Too Attached?
 </description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2009/10/18/random-pic-of-the-day/</link>
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		<title>One story that I forgot about&#8230;</title>
		<description>Sailing away from shore Tom waved to his family on land, which soon became a dot in the distance. Hours, days, and weeks passed by, Tom was completely relaxed and the fresh air was incredible. This is what he had planned for the journey at sea; to get as far ...</description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2009/10/15/one-story-that-i-forgot-about/</link>
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		<title>Everything Happens For A Reason&#8230;</title>
		<description>There lived an old man who had nothing in his life apart from his little blanket, the clothes he wore, and a flask of water. One day he found a little pile of wood and a penknife on top. He decided to spend the rest of that day creating something. ...</description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2009/09/30/everything-happens-for-a-reason/</link>
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		<title>In the dark misty cold night&#8230;</title>
		<description>When I was Younger (maybe about 11 y.o.) I had written my first Poem. It was (still is) my favourite. Lately I have read it again and wanted to share it.
In the dark misty cold night
A girl crept towards her house
With difficulty on her way.
She had plenty of knowledge 
In ...</description>
		<link>http://alphawings.blog.com.mt/2009/09/30/in-the-dark-misty-cold-night/</link>
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