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      <title>The Quiet Violence of Victimhood</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;There is a form of self-destruction that feels like protection. It is called: I am the victim, everyone else is to blame.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I know this attitude from the inside. For years I was the poor one. When something did not work, it was down to the circumstances or the people around me. Above all to my parents. They were the address for my blame for years, for much that I should have stood up for myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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