Dear bullies,
I sat in the warm bath water thinking about what you have done to me. I pulled out the knife ready to end it all.
The pain. The suffering. The hurt. Sadness. Guilt. I'm ready to end it all. And I won't regret it..
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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 ?
