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			<title>A nonexistent truth</title>
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			<title>Stranger</title>
			<description>I feel myselffading.Day by day,an old face appears andI no longer see myself in the mirror.I see a familiar soul,one stuffed into the deepest crevice within me.I am now slipping into that crevicewhile I see my face, her facegrinning at me.</description>
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