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Oct 26, 2010 11:26

Don't cut don't cut don't cut

I will be ok until Friday. I will pour it out to the psych. I will possibly cry. He will be concerned. He will fiddle with my medication and arrange group therapy and give me breathing exercises. He will leave me with a pat on the head and a script for pseudosanity.

I will wander off despondently and look longingly off bridges and search the big blue sky for more strength.
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