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They kept calling me names, and sending my stares. They told me to die. So I did. But Guess what, even after that, they still wasen't happy. It's been one year since I drowned myself. One year since my body was found. One year since I disappointed once agen. And now, I'v met someone, someone willing to accept me. Someone who will give me power. Someone who can let me show them. He will let me decide fate.