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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Mar 24, 2015
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I still remember the day he arrived at the institution. it wasn't like any other normal day. on normal days patients do not arrive with chains on their hands, or body guards the size of skyscrapers. you could tell he was different. especially because he was inked. "if walls could talk, we would finally listen"
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