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The garbage pile was home to many things: rats, cockroaches, and Me. When I reached to 7th grade I was always getting bullied for being a poor kid and constantly insulted for being an orphan. I was used to it by now, but it still hurt. I tried to ignore it and focus on getting through school. Often I tried to fight back but it always results to me coming back home with my nose bleeding or many other bruises in my face. They would tease me by inviting me to go out and get a lunch and then they would laugh at my face joking that I wouldn't have any money to afford foods, not knowing anything better I would laugh together at them. I would come home hoping there will be something I could salvage and eat from the garbage pile I called home. Despite all the odds and my hopelessness in living I managed to graduate with decent grade although all the bullying and hardness left mentally left a big presence in my life.
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