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I remember when I was five black leather on my hyde feather in my right and diamonds in my eyes when I write im writting my first story firing about glory my grandad passed up on me on how he beat pros at checkers strategies he taught me trophies he brought me of his boxing endevours he was an amazing man but not what defined him was the trophies or his plays but was that he was a family man I go outside to catch a breath orange juice in my left I look ahead and I see bigger guys playing i walk up and ask what are they saying they start saying you wana be swong around and as a kud i was excited to fly of the ground so I saud yes so then one of them has grabbed my arms the other my legs and they swong me so hard and let go i flew in the air and hit the pavement half my bones start breaking they started laughing at my pain and i started crying I ran back home in pain and my step mom said why are you lying the other time some bigger friends of mine asked me if I wanted a toy i said yes so they said follow us so I did they led me into the bushes where they rubbed my face with shit I was bullied everyday as a kid no one liked me I was a loner and as I was feeling worse in myself i couldnt see no help till a movie came on and it was 8mile the melodies if loose yourself started to resonate with in me the guys dad who bullied me had a farm hunderd achers so I stole sone petrol and set the whole field ablaze then i paged him the dad didnt find out but all the juds from him knew then that im not to be fucked around