Dear bully,
Today you made fun of me, embarrassed me, laughed at me, hurt me. And you'll do it again tomorrow. I'm finally at the point were I can say I'm used to it.
I can't say it doesn't hurt though. Because no matter how used to it you get, it will always burn. It's like stabbing someone and than putting salt on the wound.
It prevents it from healing. At this point I think I ever will.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Short StoryAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
