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			<title>mask</title>
			<description>red and black. blood gang written allover me. a descries to hied the weakness of a abuse and being emo. low &amp;nbsp;flat bills to caver the black eyes now a habit. hoods to cover the scratches on the knack and the bruises on my arms and the cuts on my wrist. long pants to counsel the Rainbow of bruise..</description>
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			<title>angle on my shoulder</title>
			<description>ME: shes gone i don't here her any longer i keep looking shes not there! i look right nothing there just my shoulder i look left all i see is me?a demon in red and black it just like me.DEMON ME: &amp;nbsp;kill them all till you find her or run run and kill that phoenix and bring her back before more re..</description>
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