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      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 07:05:12 -0500</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Irma </dc:creator>
      <title>Welcome to relapse. </title>
      <description>Well hello there. I haven't been to sleep at all tonight and it is currently 5:00 AM. I had a relapse as you could have guess from the title. I mean I guess you could call it a relapse. Really I had a moment of crazy. I have cuts all over my ankles, thighs, arms, stomach. It's pretty bad. If you want the story here it is:&amp;nbsp;
A former friend called me a disrespectful bitch and made me feel pretty horrid about myself. So I cried. but crying...</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 05:24:17 -0400</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Irma </dc:creator>
      <title>After years of not posting on MyDepressionConnection</title>
      <description>I have returned with wonderful news. I am currently in recovery. I guess that is what you would call it. My depression is no longer a&amp;nbsp;prevalent&amp;nbsp;issue in my everyday life. I would like to say that it is no longer an issue in my life, but that would be untrue. I still deal with&amp;nbsp;bouts&amp;nbsp;of depression. It will come over me like a sudden wave on&amp;nbsp;occasion and it would be nice to think that I have completely over come my...</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 05:24:12 -0400</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Irma </dc:creator>
      <title>After years of not posting on MyDepressionConnection</title>
      <description>I have returned with wonderful news. I am currently in recovery. I guess that is what you would call it. My depression is no longer a&amp;nbsp;prevalent&amp;nbsp;issue in my everyday life. I would like to say that it is no longer an issue in my life, but that would be untrue. I still deal with&amp;nbsp;bouts&amp;nbsp;of depression. It will come over me like a sudden wave on&amp;nbsp;occasion and it would be nice to think that I have completely over come my...</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 03:23:54 -0500</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Irma </dc:creator>
      <title>I was watching tv the other night when...</title>
      <description>i heard this poem and i fell in love.
  She chose to walk alone Though others wondered why Refused to look before her, Kept eyes cast upwards, Towards the sky. She didn't have companions No need for earthly things. Only wanted freedom, From what she felt were Puppet strings. She longed to be a bird That she might fly away. She pitied every blade of grass For planted they would stay. She longed to be a flame, That brightly danced alone. Felt...</description>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2008 23:09:31 -0500</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Irma </dc:creator>
      <title>I don;t know what to do.</title>
      <description>When i'm around my friends or at school my depression goes away, or so i think. I may be too distracted to realize what i'm feeling. but i can't ever concentrate. I like school, and it gives me an excape from my parent. I don't know what to do. I think i only love her because i'm obligated to. She works two jobs, and i appreciate that she cares that much. But i have officially given up on her. I can't help but think that if i give up on her and...</description>
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