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don’t say any more；” she pleaded。 “Surely you realise how much it hurts。”
Her mother turned a beady eye on her： “Don’t blame me； dear； for your emotions。 You said it yourself： they are your responsibility。”
“No；” said my friend； reached by a sudden insight – perhaps the most important one she’d had。 “That rule does not apply when someone hurts you intentionally。”
I was every bully’s dream。 They were drawn to me like bees to honey。 Such easy game： I must have been irresistible。
The minute someone wilfully attacked me； verbally or physically； I broke right down； burst into tears： submission； humiliation plete。 Bully’s mission acplished。
How I hated myself for being so weak！ For not being able to stand up for myself。 It left me with a deep sense of shame。
I was too innocent to know that it isn’t weakness to feel aggrieved as you discover brutality where you expected friendship； duplicity where you had placed your trust； malice where you had felt devotion。
At a later stage I learnt that this particular despair was not on behalf of my own person。 I felt – still feel – that same lump in my throat whenever faced with human iniquity： tales of tortured kittens； gratuitous violence； documentaries on the Holocaust； reports of current war atrocities。
However； my lament is not for the victims； whose souls no wanton cruelty can touch； but for those misguided wretches； who deliberately have taken their leave of the only thing worth living for： the only thing that gives life value。
Rejecting and negating human kindness； they’ve placed themselves beyond its reach。 For them there is no hope； no redemption。
Now； as my tears fall for them； I am no longer ashamed。
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Duality 二重性（1）
生命中最美妙的一件事就是擁有一個好
