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			<title>Letter to the Scars on My Arm parts 1&amp;2 </title>
			<description>Please don&amp;rsquo;t leave./ You are etched upon my skin,/ the truth of my existence./ My comfort in the tortured nights/ the only thing that gets me through pretending./ I&amp;rsquo;m sorry I have to hide you./ I know I lie/ hide you beneath my sleeves/ instead of wearing you proudly/ but no one ever bel..</description>
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			<title>Listmaking </title>
			<description>LIST MAKING 	If you don&amp;rsquo;t go to group activity, your day is one long stretch between lunch and dinner. Quite frankly, group has never been very helpful, not even for the sake of being discharged. So, even though none of the nurses like it, I stay in my room. Besides, it&amp;rsquo;s not like I&amp;rsqu..</description>
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