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			<title>Chapter 10</title>
			<description>Teenage Angst has paid off wellnow I'm bored and old...I tried hard to have a father but instead I had a DadI just want you to know that IDon't hate you anymoreThere is nothing that I could saythat I haven't thought before~Nirvana&amp;nbsp;I woke up the next morni..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9</title>
			<description>Painmonopoly, ritual misery, chop your breakfast on a mirrorTaste me you will see more is all you needyou&amp;rsquo;re dedicated to how I'm killing you...Obey Your Master~ Metallica (I'll probably get sued for using these lyrics)&amp;nbsp;Nine cigarettes and six thick lines later we ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 8</title>
			<description>I laugh until my head comes offI swallow &amp;lsquo;till I burst until I burst until I&amp;hellip;Ice age coming Ice age comingThrow &amp;lsquo;em in the fire~ RadioheadWe sped back to my housetaking none of the precautions we took on the way to Junior's. We were so eagerto get&amp;nbsp;high tha..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>Hush now baby, baby, don&amp;rsquo;t you cry.Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.Of course mama will help to build the wall.Mother did it need to be so high? ~Pink Floyd&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Harmonic Convergence</title>
			<description>A poem that is also lyrics to a song I wrote</description>
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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>6.Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie GimmieI need more I need moreGimmie Gimmie Gimmie GimmieDon&amp;rsquo;t ask what for Don&amp;rsquo;t ask what forYou know the world has problemsI got problems of my ownNot the kind that can be solved with anAtom Bomb ~ Black Flag&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>5.&amp;nbsp;Won&amp;rsquo;t you believe itit&amp;rsquo;s just my luckWon&amp;rsquo;t you believe it it&amp;rsquo;s just my luckNo recess No recessYou&amp;rsquo;re in high school again&amp;hellip;~Nirvana&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Today I decided that I would ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>4.&amp;nbsp;Flowers watched throughwide eyes blueA Childsings an unclaimed tuneInnocencespins cold cocoon&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Grows to seethe pain too soon&amp;hellip;~Alice in Chains&amp;nbsp;I was a weird little kid I&amp;rsquo;ll tell yo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Sick in the head sickin the mouthAnd I can't hear a word you sayNot a bit, and I don't give a s**tI got the glass, I got the steelI got the love to hateAll I need is your head on stakeHard headed,&amp;nbsp; f**k you all~ Soundgarden&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Boredom&amp;rsquo;s not a burdenanyone should bare&amp;hellip; Blend and Balance pain and comfortDeep within you &amp;lsquo;till you will not want meany other way ~Tool&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;After a night with little sl..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Act 1: The Descent 1.Love, Sex, Pain,Confusion, Suffering,You&amp;rsquo;re there crying I feel not a thingDigging my way deeper in your headSinking, Drowning, Draining, Bleeding, Dead~Alice in ChainsWhen you&amp;rsquo;re worried about what yourgirlfriend is doing whilst she is away a..</description>
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			<title>Introduction  </title>
			<description>The Beginning is theEnd is the Beginning ~ The Smashing PumpkinsSometimes I get jealous when my girlfriendcalls out God&amp;rsquo;s name during sex. Then I dwell on it and think how I&amp;rsquo;ve slippedpast run-of-the-mill insecurity and into complete and utter self hatred. Ittook me a very ..</description>
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			<title>Pick up or Delivery? A Tale of Sex, Drugs, and Pepperoni</title>
			<description>Join nineteen year old Swim as he battles a go no where job, drug addiction, and over active mind, and the horror that is young love...or in Swim's case, old love.</description>
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