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Published: Nov 19, 2012

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Bullying had a huge impact on my life. I let go and forgave it all only recently, but the memories still hurt.

I know how cruel bullying is and how awful it makes a person feel. Nobody should spend their lives worrying about everything the way I do. I know that bullying may never truly stop, but I hope my Affirmations For Bullying Victims message helps someone feel less alone.

I already had one person respond to tell me my words made them decide against suicide. These words can save lives. They apply to everyone, even the bullies who are being bullied. Maybe my message will make them see they don't have to bully others. A long shot, I know, but I have to try.

I needed to hear the Affirmations I wrote. They weren't there back then, but they are here now. I mean every word. You are all wonderful, special people, and I love you.

The Affirmations For Bullying Victims: [link]

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