Until I awoke at 4 am.
Dreamt about all those people who were against me while growing up, instead of angst, there was love.
Such an unusual dream for me to have.
It was something different. Never before did I feel such love for my yesteryear enemies.
Really a feelgood dream of which I was saddened when I woke up.
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You hadn’t been reading about Martin Luther King ? 
I were last week.
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I have ask… why so much angst while growing up?
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It was probably all those kids.
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Small country town. A great deal of “manliness” and one-upmanship on display.
I was the quite type and thus a target for the bullies. Regularly publicly beaten and abused.
A horrid place to grow up in.
There were a few bullies on the Council Estate, never had a problem with them, they made themselves plainly visible, it was the entourages that accompanied them so they didn’t become a target, they were the problem, passively complicit, maybe the pillars of the community now?
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