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At 15, I was feeling suicidal thoughts told my parents...and next thing I knew the cops showed up, basically cuffed me to a stretcher, sent me to a ward. When I was at that ward, everyone there had short tempors and would start fights over almost nothing. Funny enough, most of the fights were girl on girl. The only way you could leave, is by convincing the doctor you were okay. That meant taking all the meds you were given. You also had to be on basically perfect behavior. If you got into a fight, you'd prob have to be at that ward at least another month. It was hell, and the only reason I was allowed to leave (and I was there like 4 weeks) was because I never talked to anyone.
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