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Personal Narrative: My Eighth Grade And My Support System
If I could have one due over in life it would be my eighth grade year. Eighth grade was a very depressing year for me because I was bullied so heavily that I used to hurt myself to distract myself from what was going on. I also didn't want to be around anymore, I wish that I knew that I was worth something and that I wasn't alone at the time because hurting myself didn't really solve anything, realizing what I want to do with my life and my support system did.
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