Get a Degree!
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Last published Thu, Sep 3, 2015
I'm Samia. I'm 14 and since I was 11 I was always bullied, 24/7. I got bullied because of my colour. I write a lot of poems about my experience. If you want more poems go to my Instagram account @ih8_bullying
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