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			<title>Awareness</title>
			<description>When I say I want to die, it meansthat these are the moments whenopening up my eyes makes my headburst out in flames,and a ticking time bomb has alreadyreplaced the dysfunctional heartright off my chest.When I say I want to die, it meansthat the demons over my headare currently having an interventio..</description>
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			<title>Gibberish</title>
			<description>A first-person conversational narrative</description>
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			<title>Signalia</title>
			<description>A love poem</description>
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			<title>Nocturnes</title>
			<description>In the shallow light of the tunnel, he tried to make the silhouette of the man he was before - Before all the madness, before the changing of times created a stranger with bitterness -Bitterness inside the hollowed heart, of someone who had seen love and get destroyed by the same love - Love is a po..</description>
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