Dear bullies,
Today you told me I was fat. I believed you and haven't eaten all day. I also threw up just to make sure I wouldn't look fat.
When I got 'home' I weighed myself. 80lb. I hate myself. I threw up again.
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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 ?
