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I wasn't normal at school nor was I at birth. They always called me names....and told me I was weak. They called me ugly, stupid, and sometimes a spycho. I always have been alone.

But all that changed by the time I turned 13, they called me insane, a killed and a murderer? Was that true? maybe, but I didn't let it hurt me nor did I let them under my skin.

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