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			<title>20x</title>
			<description>my salvia divinorum experience. out of all the drugs i've taken....scariest by far. it physically hurt. or at least i thought it did. i was being crushed into a two dimensial character. and was transported
into gingerbread land. while sitting in my car.</description>
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			<title>Jane</title>
			<description>i need it to empty the excitement and ragewhen the itch is too muchand the ghost i must tameand ever so often, jane comes to persuadeto arouse my perception and soften the achei breathe her in, and i am exposedher charm feeds intuitionand echoes my souli am obliged by her whisp..</description>
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			<title>Prologue to a Nervous Breakdown</title>
			<description>i forgot her.and the person she once was.how do i forgive thisvoluntarily poisoning my minddisrespecting my body, God, and everything I had once valued.you know what i'm talking aboutas if you've been around that blockwhen you veered left, and lost yourselfin a blur of drugs and ..</description>
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			<title>Loopholes</title>
			<description>i am ok and i am broken. i exist.fix me? i'm higher than this mess we're in.I MAKE LOVE TO ADDICTIONblindly losing minds, the topic of this twilight.this escape has weakened heartsi need water to wash this downthe epic visions we so treasurewhile we borrow a smile, turn around, and..</description>
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			<title>6/11/08</title>
			<description>i question why i remain,my mentality has not shifted...risk as my companion,dread is a distant tonewho survives this dose?i'm not supposed to be here.she called poison control.these drugs won't keep me alivei said no.NO.for something unplannedand i prayed so hard!my eye..</description>
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