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			<title>The End</title>
			<description>Death comes to collect one final life</description>
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			<title>Glass Case</title>
			<description>Indifference has surrounded me in a glass case. No one can enter, and I am unable to exit. I can&amp;rsquo;t explain the vacancy that consumes my very being, but it&amp;rsquo;s always there. Haunting, lurking in the shadows. The glass that confines me is unbreakable. The vitreous wall lets me peer out into ..</description>
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			<title>Already Written</title>
			<description>Do you ever feel like everything has already been written? Every story I&amp;rsquo;ve ever told has been told before a thousand different times in a thousand different ways by a thousand different people. Even now, as I&amp;rsquo;m typing, these words seem trite and unoriginal. In a world where seemingly ev..</description>
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			<title>Stage Fright</title>
			<description>The audience clapped for the person ahead of me and I felt a rush of nervousness at having to go up there next. I took a deep breath before trudging onto the stage. I stopped in the center and faced the audience the lights shining on my face nearly blinding. I spotted my friend in the front row who ..</description>
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			<title>The Origin of Ideas</title>
			<description>Looking around I didn't see anything. At least not at first. Not just an empty room or a blank canvas just nothingness. No windows, no walls, no light, no dark, no sound, and yet no quiet. Oblivion is I suppose the correct term for it. I looked down expecting to see my own body floating through the ..</description>
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			<title>The Artist</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Drawing a blank&amp;rdquo; describes me perfectly... Except instead of a clean, blank, piece of paper, its more like a paper that&amp;rsquo;s wrinkled with smudges everywhere. Like maybe the artist tried to put something there, but it didn&amp;rsquo;t work out. So then they tried erasing it but that didn..</description>
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