Dear Lizzie,
My mom found a bloody towel in my room. It was so easy to tell her I'd had a nosebleed, and even easier for her to believe me. I've moved to making the lines on my stomach, anyways.
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Dear Lizzie
Short StoryDear Lizzie, Everyone says you’re gone. But you can’t be—you’re Lizzie. You just can’t. But you really are, aren’t you? // letters written by a girl who just wants her best friend back
