Dear bullies,
Today I cut. Deeper than before. I cried in the bathroom. My foster parents weren't home yet. I screamed as I cried.
How much longer can I take this ? How long are you going to keep this up ?
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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 ?
