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			<title>Smile.</title>
			<description>Smile, she said as she walked on by, I looked around and wondered why.</description>
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			<title>People</title>
			<description>everyone, everywhere.</description>
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			<title>Canvas of my Destruction</title>
			<description>Count them. Touch them. Go on. I dare you.  See the disparities within my skin. See the places where a blade has sliced, or where an open flame has flickered against my skin for longer than what could be counted as an accident. [self harm warning]</description>
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