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			<title>The Five Stages of Suicidal Strangers</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;So how long have you been suicidal?&amp;rdquo; The question cut through the cold and dark night. I looked at him, questioningly, and his eyes hooked my own right in their sockets.&amp;nbsp;Suicidal?&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo;He came closer to me. A step, maybe two. My right foot jerked back, my left forward...</description>
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			<title>Cannibalistic Heart</title>
			<description>My cannibalistic tendencies are now even starting to scare myself. My hunger cannot be satiated. It disgusts me. I get disgusted as I rip their heart out. I get disgusted as I tear them limb from limb. I get disgusted when I look back and see the shell that represents all that is left from them.But ..</description>
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			<title>Lazy Pawn</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Lazy,&amp;rdquo; I accused. &amp;ldquo;Lazy. You&amp;rsquo;re lazy. You&amp;rsquo;re too lazy to live.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m alive. That&amp;rsquo;s enough.&amp;rdquo; He stated. He shrugged. Indifferent. He took his turn at the game, claiming my knight with his rook.&amp;nbsp;I winced at the move. &amp;ldquo..</description>
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			<title>The Last Minute God and Devil</title>
			<description>They say that people sometimes in their last minutes become religious. That right before they die, they see the light of Heaven and they hear God. That no matter the circumstance of death, no matter how drawn out or fast it was, the last few seconds were filled with flashing moments from your life a..</description>
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