Dear bully,
Today I went to the school basement and grabbed a knife. I started to cut but stopped. I grabbed a lighter that was in a box.
I held it over my leg and cried as it burned me. It felt so painful but, I don't care anymore.
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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 ?
