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			<title>A Sick And Twisted Cycle.</title>
			<description>Binge. Purge. Starve.Cutting and slicing.Self destruction at it's greatest.What a rush,Like a flow of ecstasy;A twisted euphoria.The feelings sink deep into my veins,Like shiny metal blades.Causing me pain,A pleasure.Words swim and buzz in my head;Why can't they just leave me be!?What torments they ..</description>
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			<title>Give Me More.</title>
			<description>I feel like I'm floating.I can feel every beat,Every tingly touch.It's a rush.Perfect and deadly.Why can't everyday hurt this good?The drugs are like a cobra;Silent and poisonous.The music seems like it's only buzzing,The blankets flood my body with a warm glow.I'm desperate for this feeling..This p..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/awonderfulmess/1224715/</link>
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			<title>Power</title>
			<description>What controls you?Is it your weight?The drugs?Yourself?Power is knowing what your doing,Knowing why you're doing it;And being able to stop.That's power.Can you do it?Start and stop those things?What about before?When you started,Did you keep it together?Are you falling apart?So tell me, What control..</description>
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			<title>Chaos.</title>
			<description>What causes chaos? Is it the yelling and screaming?Maybe it's the tears and blood.Who knows.But it's here.There.Everywhere.Can you feel it?It's like claws swiping through your body.Dragging out all that remains.Blood gushes,Flesh tears,Tears fall into puddles.It's unsettling;Unnerving.Makes your spi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/awonderfulmess/1224235/</link>
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			<title>Beauty</title>
			<description>Can you hear that?The sound of the Angels crying?Almost like the way the wind blows.&amp;nbsp;Beauty is a fragile thing;So transparent and broken.Almost like angel wings.&amp;nbsp;When their tears fall,It pours across the towns;Drowning us in their sorrow.&amp;nbsp;Can you hear that?The pitter-patter of the rai..</description>
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