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			<title>Whispers of illusory </title>
			<description>the ugly truth: a medication that will ultimately define you lingers on the tip of a doctor's tongue he or she cant beckon the stereotypical nature but promises of peril are never the less a misfortune of wanting to feel better and un-agitated. perhaps we all should swallow a pill and drown in a eup..</description>
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			<title>An insignia of the scattered murder </title>
			<description>Journal entry </description>
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			<title>Suicidal Tedium </title>
			<description>Inducting my soul into the hall of fame but i was never a star but a grease bullet in a foreign gun held deviously and with mighty strength of her enemy's S.S. propaganda. watching through liberty's window as our saviors ripple the sky hidden and disguised forged and registered through a system atta..</description>
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			<title>Half and Half </title>
			<description>mind altering substances, the illusions are parallel to the goat they tried to f**k. sickness in the heart, thus torn apart and bleeding from a gut check f**k you mr. rich terrorize this snitch and forget everything I've ever done wrong i mock the fact i was never romantically strong but all i ever ..</description>
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			<title>Mind F**k</title>
			<description>remembering hollows and the bruised tissue, reissue an attack of misunderstanding, eat spite you little b***h. moments blurred for the slice of pie to wither and die thus calculating nerve damages inflicted by a tyrannical martyr. mind cells flutter if a pill eases the woes i cant help but let go wh..</description>
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			<title>Glitter</title>
			<description>i saw her for the first time in years and she acted as though nothing tragic had ever occurred. i whittled in the conversation stunned silently like my mind were on autopilot and the residue of trails catching up with me was stimulating. i felt nothing but a combination tray sorted with rich dishes ..</description>
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