Dear bully,
Today I got my cast off. Now I have more room to cut my wrist. That sounds terrible. I know.
I weigh 89lb. You still call me fat. I still am fat. Please stop.
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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 ?
