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To those who have been bullied—
To the ones who were mocked, silenced, shoved into corners and made to feel less…

This is for you.

You may not realize it yet, but you are the strongest kind of soul.

Not because you fought back with fists.
Not because you had the perfect comeback.
But because you survived what was meant to break you.

They tried to define you by their cruelty.
They made your pain entertainment.
They twisted your light and called it weakness.

But look at you.
Still breathing. Still here. Still rising.

You carry scars, yes—but scars are proof that the pain ended and you didn’t.
You’ve lived through days others wouldn’t understand.
You’ve sat in silence so deep it almost swallowed you.
And still… you exist. You speak. You feel.

That is strength. That is rebellion. That is power.

Bullies scream loud because their souls are small.
They feed on fear because they have none of their own courage.
But you? You endured the storm and the silence that followed.
That makes you unbreakable in a way they will never be.

So if no one has told you this today—
You are not weak.
You are not forgotten.
And you are not alone.

Every time you choose kindness despite cruelty…
Every time you keep going when the weight is unbearable…
Every time you don’t let them define you—

You reclaim your power.

And the shadow of what they did?
It can’t hold you forever.
Because light lives in you still.

With fire and solidarity,
lordeirik
"Survivors are the fiercest kind of warrior."


ps I wrote this and the entry before it as I came across a new profile that states they are bullied everyday in school, I think you all know I dont tolerate bullies, I would prefer to chain them up dominate and humiliate them, and not in the good way purley to do unto them as the have to how many others,

There’s something no one tells the bully:
That the bruises they leave don't fade in flesh alone—
They echo.
In silence. In sleepless nights. In the way someone flinches at kindness, expecting cruelty.

But the universe, much like the old gods and darker forces, keeps a ledger.
Every shove, every sneer, every name spat like venom into the soul of another—recorded, remembered.

Not by fate.
Not by karma.
But by shadow.

And shadows don’t forget.
They grow.
They fester in the corners of forgotten apologies and unspoken regret.
Until one day, the bully is alone… and what once made them powerful—fear, mockery, dominance—turns on them.
Because the truth is this:

Power built on pain rots from the inside out.

They may laugh in the daylight, but the shadow knows their name.
And when it comes—
It doesn’t just take revenge.
It reminds.

So to those who still carry the weight of scars, visible or not—
Know this:
You survived what they never could.
You became more than their shadow ever expected.
And in the end,
The shadow will feed on them, not you.

“Not all monsters remain in power. Some are reclaimed by the dark they summoned.”