Their are those who have wonderful memories of school but for me they are nightmares. I was picked on so bad that I almost droped out. Pushed into lockers and pushed down stairs. I once had erasers belted at my head. It got so bad that I thought about dropping out, but then I realized that if I did that I was lettting the bullies win. I would achieve nothing buy walking awary so I stayed. The scars I carry still remain and now as a mother I am taking a stand.
The Scars I Carry
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