When I was growing up in Rapid City I had a few kids living on the some block as me and my little brother. People would say "black people, black people". I wanted to just ran away but instead I went on like nothing happened. When I was 13 years old I was bullied when I went to first time going to middle school and the kids there were rude and racist there. I couldn't take it anymore so I tried committing suicide by over dosing and luckily I survived because if I didn't I would not have the chance on writing this story and sharing.
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