Dear bully,
I just did something I will regret forever...I couldn't help it. Now I'll remember it by the scars on my wrist. By the blood on my shirt. By the tears on my face.
Funny how much a sweat shirt can cover. Dad stopped asking questions.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Cerita PendekAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
