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	<title>Comments on: Game Over</title>
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		<title>By: Cyril</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Mar 2006 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Starting a anew is equally harder when you don't know if the road has ended. Will I even take the dead end road and see if there's a something at the end of it. Maybe there's a trail I can start to explore. Maybe there's a wall I can climb over....just to see, just to feel. Baka lang. But hold on, I was there, by that wall, in my corner, down there seeking comfort with my heart. I've always hated to pick up phonecalls but this time my heart was longing for something, for someone to feel what I felt. And yes, I've been longing to hear your voice because I knew you'll hear me. I just knew my loved ones will always hear me and not shut me.
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