Personal story

The living hell

I grew up feeling different from a very early age. I thought it was because I was from a poor, migrant family and we had different foods, ideas and drinks to Aussie families. Where as my neighbours drank tea and coffee, had cereal for breakfast, and took to school vegemite, jam or ham sandwiches,

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The pits

Isolated, alienated, unaccepted that's me. This pain more than I can bear. The repetition of which there is no escape, rejection and abuse of which there is no end. Try as I might I find no way out. Failure upon failure, heartache upon heartache. Too tired to try again. Too scared to fail again.

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