D e a r M a t t
I locked myself in the bathroom. It’s midnight now.
He’s worse than ever, he threw a glass at me.
It cut my face.
All I want is for the pain to go away.
I took the glass and cut my wrists.
It’s not helping.
Sorry if there’s blood on the paper.
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Letters To You
Novela Juvenil"I suppose some of us are just meant to be alone. Forever"
