Words Hurt, The Poem Was Wrong

Words Hurt, The Poem Was Wrong

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Growing up I was just trying to be like everyone else, but I was different, an "outcast." I wasn't the only one, that's for sure and there are worse stories than mine, but if sharing my story can inspire others or help them in any way then i'm more than happy to share it. (contains actual memories from my past, names have been changed)
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This is not a proper diary where I write about my day ect; But it is a place where I can share things that I do not say out loud and hide inside. I would not say I have a hard life but it is not a fun one that's for sure. I have an "best friend" Madison In primary I only had three proper friends in my year, the rest were a year or two younger My stepmum hates me My mum and two of my sisters live in England I keep finding out bad things with in my family. and I have been bullied and have been the bully All names including mine and places are changed. I will not write in it EVERYDAY but I will when I want to talk about something ect: Some subjects will come up again but not with in the same month.

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