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Falling Colors by Somethingtrue
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"The unfixable; the shattered; the torn; the broken. They all come here. It's my job to remake them, because once its broken there is no going back to the way it was. It must be remade." Six individuals. Six unique stories. Five exercises. One room. One mirror. One therapist. One goal. Odette is put into group therapy after one-on-one therapy doesn't work. She meets four other people who have gone through the same thing she has. She also meets her group therapist Cleo Patricks. Cleo's methods for therapy might not be what some people call "ethical" or "compassionate" but they have been proven to work -- or that's what the medical journals say.
Psychiatric Hospital       (Jai Brooks) by AmbyCoops00
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I've always been alone...Never felt good enough. I'm the girl who cries herself to sleep,the freak at the back of the classroom that no-one will talk to cause you'd risk ruining your social status. One day my parents learn my secret and send me away, I was hurt by this,although what I find there is something unexpected...I find love, i find real happiness.
Mental Hospital ; luke hemmings by Sloanearmstrong
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In which a girl dies to keep someone else's blood pumping In which a boy kills his mind to stay alive In which a girl breaks the heart of the only constant in her life In which the insane fall in love
Smile On His Lips and Cuts On His Hips (Jalex) by Rose682
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What is the best way to keep a secret? "Tell it to everyone you know, but pretend you are kidding" - Lemony Snicket. It turned out that Snicket was painfully correct. By the time I reached P.E. after lunch on Monday, it was tipping over the edge of eighty degrees, and my red hoodie had been stuffed in the back of my locker since Brunch. I'd lost count of how many people had gaped at my arm with shocked expressions and open mouths, curious voices unsure of whether or not they wanted to know the answer asking, "Did you cut your arm?" By third period, I'd gotten so fucking sick of repeating the same excuse that my sarcastic asshole side had leaked out. So, I'd been responding to my classmates appalled questions with something along the lines of, "Yes, I cut myself." There was a kind of sick humor to it - technically, I was telling the truth. Not that anyone would ever know it. Cover cred to RazorbladeKissesx