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      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 09:53:13 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>A Cutter</title>
      <description>I don't even know where to begin this post. It's about my sister. She is in need of help. For countless years my sister has been a cutter. A hardcore cutter. Her arms are mutilated and she won't show me her legs but I know they are bad, too. She says it helps her deal with pain. When I bawl my eyes out and curl up in a ball, she says thats my relief. Hers is to cut. She doesn't just cut tho. She also burns herself. She says its quicker and the...</description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jun 2010 19:11:42 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>It never ends</title>
      <description>I feel so weird writing this. I wish I had friends or family that I could reach out to. But noone understands. I lost the love of my life. He was my world. He didn't die but he broke my heart. People say it's just a hard breakup and it will get better. I am in my late 20s so believe me I have had plenty of breakups. This is more than that. I lost my life, my future, my love. It has been months since it happened and it doesn't get one bit easier....</description>
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