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The night sky gleams, stars against the dark background, the lights of the bustling city taunts back at me,

I am not weak. I control my tears. But...I was ten in a boarding school where the kids hated me. I was bullied,

You know the feeling? Feeling of your heart being shattered and trampled over and over. And for reasons unknown. Yes it is frustating. Not being able to listen, not being able to think,

You ever feel unworthy. You ever feel like going numb, not doing anything, not talking, just sitting there, crying intermittently.When home doesn't feel like home.