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Nobody knew when the teasing started; the days that formed my life. Not happy times like your first puppy, or becoming a husband or wife. No, days which I wish to forget, memories are branded with the hurt. The days when I was bullied; teased, taunted and treated like dirt. Nobody knew when the hurt set it, the words so unforgiving and cold. They hit me with full force and the effects begin to take there hold. I wanted to fight back, but somehow, I couldn’t find the strength to speak. This lead to the mocking to increase, meaning all I was was weak. The names that I was called, horrid and disgustingly untrue. But that didn̵