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			<title>Confusion</title>
			<description>Have you ever felt lonesomeIn a crowded room?Or awake but still dreaming?&amp;nbsp;Thinking of impossible possibilities,Things that don't make senseBecause of a complex nature&amp;nbsp;But in a simple unrealistic way?Quizzical anomalies,Abnormal common sense,&amp;nbsp;Or opposite thinking as t..</description>
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			<title>I Am You</title>
			<description>Blood is all I saw. In fact, blood is all I ever knew at that point. As I looked around, I stared at the crimson ink dripping down the walls. Every inch of this room was covered in blood. Even now I still feel the drops hitting me, like a cold rain. As I gaze up at the ceiling, I hold my breath, han..</description>
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			<title>Night Terror</title>
			<description>	I walk outside to a world of grey. The cool morning air grazes my skin like the touch of a forgotten romance. As I peer into the darkening streets of New York, I see the countless people walking and bustling about on their daily routines. I watch them go like ants in a catacomb; never stopping to j..</description>
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