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Dear bully,

You told me to dress kinda casual but kinda classy for the date.

When you came to pick me up, I was really curious to know where we're going.

But you wouldn't tell me.

I'm the ride there it was quite until I heard a sniffle. I looked over at you.

You were crying.

I asked why.

You said that you were thinking about all that you have put me through.

I told you not to worry about it and to stop beating your self up for it.

We were nothing sobbing now.

You started getting frustrated because I wouldn't let you feel bad.

You looked at me.

And in that instant,

We were hit.

The last thing I remember was you yelling, finely I LOVE YOU
I'M SO SORRY I DID THIS TO YOU. I DON'T DESERVE YOU I'M SORRY.

But then, a splatter of red was everywhere.

You went silent.

You were gone.

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