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That beat on kid was me. I ended up body building, got up to 230 lbs and 300 lb press 5'8" and I was like a teddy bear, never got mad, actually helped a guy that used to fuck with me.
He was on crutches with a plastic shopping bag that was almost making him fall. He saw me and I saw the fear in his eyes, I asked him if I could carry the bag to where he was going and I could see the wtf look and it made me happy since I don't think I hated but one man and he's dead, not by me though but I did want to do it but I found out he died already.
Remember hate hurts you more because the hated only deals with it when near you but you carry that shit 24/7 and being angry is bad for your health and happiness. I watched friends hate obsessed with revenge and me that had almost PTSD from high school was just fuck it lets party, then pack a bowl and crack a beer and enjoy now not fret over then or think about tomorrow.
I actually ran across one of my bullies years later on a college campus. He was more of a toadie but he had a big mouth. When he saw me he yelled out my name and was friendly and I thought fuck it. We talked for a while and didn't get to be friends but I didn't hate him. My main bully ended up killing himself so he had a lot more problems than I did. Another one struggled with drugs for years after high school. He might still be having trouble with it.
Well at least from the guy on campus you used sound judgement on who you fucked up and didn't do the kill list with fist shit and that shows you realized if you did that you had become the ones that put that pain onto you and you don't need that feeling since I would feel bad if the person matured and corrected their behavior and then I fucked that up being worse then them if they have a family.
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