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  • All those little times that I have stood up for someone who's being bullied. I only took a moment to acknowledge that I did to recognise it as a factor for being bullied myself. I don't go along with bullying. At least not most of the time. I don't live well with myself when I see somebody pushed to a corner and be ripped apart by the words and tone of a bully. In fact, it is quite difficult to understand why people can get so cruel with another human being. The things that I've heard directed from one person to another at times were incredible. Nasty is a word that doesn't even start to describe the quality of the words and tone used. We live in a world were instead of dealing with our pain, we throw it at others. We inflict pain in others to numb ours. This creates another cycle in life. I hurt you. You hurt her. She hurts him... Until the pain goes back to me by some other person. If you hurt me and I love the next person instead of hurting them, I'd break this cycle. I start a cycle where love will get back to me at some point.
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