Not many people know this, but I was a child who was bullied on a playground for years. My lunch was ripped from my hands, my backpack thrown in the mud, lies whispered behind my back, fingers pointing, laughter ringing in my ears. Every day brought a new insult, a new fight. I ran, I hid, I flinched, and every adult seemed blind to the small wars raging around me.

Then one day, I pushed back. I defended myself. I couldn’t carry on like this. I had had enough. Suddenly, all those who were quiet before yelled at me- “Hey! You’re  such a bully.” Some even said that I was the one who started the fights to begin with.

But they didn’t see what happened to me before. They weren’t really there.  They just heard about it from someone. Someone who........

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