Dear bullies,
Today I wore a new hoody. No one asked me about my cuts that I know they saw yesterday. They just stared.
Sometimes I wish someone would ask me if I was okay. Than hug me tight and tell me they know I'm not.
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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 ?
