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For the main part of my eighth and ninth grade year I was constantly being gossiped about by guys. They would say mean and hurtful things to me. At one particular point, the enemy told me to go cut yourself and that's what I did....

I was not raised in a church; I was raised in a fatherless house with a mother who continually looked for answers at the bottom of a bottle of alcohol. I had two older brothers whom were just as lost, partying regularly, and coming home...

Okay, I did not think I was going to send this. But as a fourteen-year-old girl, with this being my first time at Verge, something told me to write it.   Before Verge, I had lost my connection with God. When I attempted to pray it was...