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April 1992

Back From Oblivion

Clothes that didn't fit quite right, hair that went wherever it pleased, shoes untied, and a dirty face: That was me. How I hated school! Always the smallest and the oddest one in my classes, I soon learned that I was different than others. No one wanted to play with me and I hated them all. The helplessness and hopelessness I felt at times was overwhelming.

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