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			<title>crippled.</title>
			<description>With everyday&amp;nbsp;spent alone&amp;nbsp;, the hate and confusion&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;harbor&amp;nbsp;build to frightfull levels.the capacity i posses to retain these levels is un-godly. my image and my personality is a lie. i've lost myself to this world, i'd like to say i faught the good fight.i'd like to say i st..</description>
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			<title>the new pleague of humanity .</title>
			<description>At the same time it is a curse and a blessing,to be able to possess the knowledge of knowing we are truely alone in life.you try so hard to fool yourself into thinking there is a greater force,&amp;nbsp;an omnipotent being beyond this world.we will belive anything we can use&amp;nbsp;to bring peace ..</description>
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			<title>coping </title>
			<description>Everyday just alittle more gets&amp;nbsp;piled on.Everyday you slip just alittle bit more.Closer and closer to that breaking point, that edge.You're so deep in your hole you no longer see the light at the top,Just the layers of what will eventually cave in on&amp;nbsp;you.alone in the dark on your..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thenudebicyclist/973994/</link>
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			<title>clawing at the back of my eyeballs</title>
			<description>the fact of the matter is,i really dont care if i live or die.that i prefer the idea of death.that im not what im worth, and am destined to fail and create painwhere ever i may go.. that im too tangled in a web of my own lies...&amp;nbsp;now all i can do,is pray that a car t-bones the passenger side and..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thenudebicyclist/969821/</link>
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			<title>beckoning of death and the allure of thy own solace.</title>
			<description>you wretched soulyou tortured, tormented mass of fleshis this how you see yourself?&amp;nbsp;come with me, give in and just lay down.let the calm wash over you and let the noise fade from your mindall that you have cared about will no longer matter. all that you loved will move on.you are just one more ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thenudebicyclist/969801/</link>
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			<title>idividualistic rituals</title>
			<description>so consumed by your needs for gratificationnever venturing out only swallowing what is shoveled down your throat.you make the claim of being an individual.you state you have free will and can do anything you desire.is it really you talking?or is it just what you have been told to think. how far are ..</description>
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