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			<title>Anonymous - Two</title>
			<description>I meanif we were being honest hereI would probably tell you thatwhen I'm not on drugs all I think about is suicide,and drugs.And every night I lay in bed too tired to cryand I stare into the emptinessand I wonder,if I'm a person anymoreor just a glassthat used to be half emptyand I'm confinedto the ..</description>
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			<title>Anonymous - One</title>
			<description> You believe that you are strong, because for a long while you can withhold an anchorBut eventually, it drags you down into the vast emptiness you feelThe chain wrapped around your arms leaves a trail of red, crimson linesAnd soon the trail extends up, down and around to your stomach, thighs a..</description>
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