Issues
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'The Institution of Mental Addiction and Health' is a rehab facility. Were people check in and out all day long, minding there own business and what not. So, how does it change so quickly? Fine one night but a disaster the next? Its all because of 10, unlikely people. People who help, and people who change, change each other and themselves. But most of all, people who never give up...now matter what.
"At some point, you have to realize, some people can live in your heart, but not your life." "I don't think you know what you are doing to me..." "Trust to anyone is like paper. Once it is crumbled...it will never be perfect."
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