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			<title>Don't judge the suicidal till they're dead (it's more polite)</title>
			<description>Holding a gun to your head doesn't mean anythingUntil you pull the trigger.Standing on the edge of a bridge is meaningless,Until you hit the river.I've been well acquainted with guns and bridges,And they say it's unhealthy.But it's so easy for you to judge me,When you're white, male, and wealthy.</description>
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			<title>Bloodstained Diary</title>
			<description>I don't want to read your bloodstained diary. It oozes tears and heartbreak and lust and jealousy. Consider the names that will be changed. Consider the love that will be rearranged. I can't have those red pages on my mind. The marbles that you lost, I&amp;nbsp;will not&amp;nbsp;find. I don't want to hear a..</description>
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			<title>Sickness in the Sheets</title>
			<description>There's sickness in the sheets,Writing on the wall.Blood pounding in my ears,Water pouring through the hall.Record has a skipping track,Tissues scattered on the floor.Swimming in pools of cold sweat,There's someone at the door.Hallucinations running through my fingers,Pills driftin..</description>
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