Dear bully,
I have scars all over my wrists. You told me I should die. You told me no one will ever love me. You told me I had no point in living.
So I cut over my scars. Than I pulled on a hoody. Foster parents are clueless. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Cerita PendekAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
