(A/N: Sorry for not updating in ages)
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Dear Death,
I'm sorry that there's blood on this letter.
It hurts, it really does.
Mother isn't being the most tolerant person right now.
And she's taking it out on me.
I'm hiding in my room.
She gets angry when I come out too much.
I think she's losing her mind.
Because she's definitely making me lose mine.
My life is going in a downwards spiral.
The teachers at school, they hate me now.
They don't care.
Nobody. Cares. At. All.
I hate you so much,
Love,
Hope Morris
