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		<description>The original writings of author astaroth</description>
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			<title>Kara's Coming-of-Age</title>
			<description>Short attempt at horror</description>
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			<title>Glowing Caverns</title>
			<description>A short attempt at some scene building.</description>
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			<title>Entry #1: Jigsaw Puzzle</title>
			<description>I woke up today, bored without much to do. I decided today I would do a jigsaw puzzle. I went to my puzzle stash, which I barely touch however I occasionally indulge in them. I began sorting through the boxes and one in particular caught my eye. It was a beautiful puzzle of a cozy cottage in mid day..</description>
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			<title>Beat.</title>
			<description>Flatline. Get up now.Make your heart pump.But it won't</description>
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			<title>What is This?</title>
			<description>The restless static in my head. Static that reaches my bed. No comfort here, turn back to see everything engulfed in static and noise. It rings and clashes at your head. Uncomfortable feelings of dread. Persistently upset. Unsatisfied, unreal, unkempt. Distaste of human race, it's pounding at the ..</description>
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			<title>The Monster is in the Mirror of Time</title>
			<description>I can't believe you thought gore would make you sickwhen you're the only one whos sickcraving to put a head on stickyou're ultimately derangedpurely full of rageno longer afraid of pain what are you anymore?A mind-wrecked monster?You want to brandish your claws and sink them into som..</description>
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