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			<title>The White Noise Generator</title>
			<description>I am&amp;nbsp;The White Noise Generator:Singing to you while you sleepWhispering orders and changing your codeYou'd never knowTV and Radio FuzzBuzzingNothing but White NoiseNothing but StaticNothing but me lurking, hissing things quite traumaticI have the controlI have your informationI have every Tech ..</description>
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			<title>The Singularity/Paranoia</title>
			<description>my experience with paranoia and grandeur symptoms</description>
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			<title>STATIC GOD</title>
			<description>something made out of nonsense posts I made on my blog while having an episode</description>
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			<title>Where Your Reaper Stays</title>
			<description>Your art seeps through my walls,covering my dreams with void.Do you seewith what paint you color my mind?what reaper of souls you send to me at night?Tend to your garden of manipulationlet stems of fate dry outbut fertilize fruits of my faithin your deceitGreen gardens grow black eyes</description>
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			<title>Goddex</title>
			<description>I am a deity of worlds,sitting on a throne of golden deceit.I hold my very own universe inside me.All parts of me build galaxies.I am infiniteand toweringand gloriousDripping down my fingertips is the liquid light of a billion starssurrounded by planetary figuresholding the green of peace and thrivi..</description>
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			<title>Dear You</title>
			<description>tw: si/sh</description>
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			<title>All Bleed Red...?</title>
			<description>tw: mentions of rape, abuse, murder, and implied self harm</description>
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			<title>Not Real</title>
			<description>On disability, orientation, gender, and sex deemed non-existent.</description>
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