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bullied


Bullyied When I felt the first hit I cried When I heard the first word I sighed But what did you do? You just, just lied When I knew that you were mean, or when I cried you seen that all the little things in me are vanity I cry at home I cry at school But did you ever see? That you were the main reason for this This insanity Leave me alone But you can’t tell That you hurt me hard I wish you fare well
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Hi, my name is Kay Lynn Boyer. I grew up in a small town called trinidad in colorado, i was adopted at teh age of 6 and ever since then I have had trouble growing up as a regular kid. When i was younger being adopted wasn't the usual, "this is how i grew up" thing. I have always felt different from everyone else, even though my parents say i am not, but I know i am. I can feel it. My biological parents were drugatics and alcoholics. I never really knew i was adopted til i was about 8 or 9. I alwasy thought i was with my real parents. As time went along I became more an dmore insecure about myseld, there has never been a time where i felt normal like other kids in my neighborhood, until I became friends with everyone else, i noticed that they were treating me like a normal person in the world and now i know I am jsut like them. Even though i know I am different there will never be a time where i put myself down. My life was pretty complicated up to this point because i never let people help me with my private situations either they would find out through the cuts on my arms or how i acted around them. I was bullied, emotionally and [physically, I was zexually offended and so now i feel like i will never go back. I am having counseling by my counselor and also my friends. I sometimes feel like it does not help but other times it cheers me up. I am Kay Lynn Boyer and I know I am like other poeple in this world. I will make a difference to others.

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