Dear bully,
Today you came over after school. I was cutting when you came in. You pulled the knife gently out of my hand and washed off the blood from my arms.
I laid down and you laid down next to me. When you fell asleep I got up and grabbed a knife. I held it to my throat.
"Don't do it." I looked at you and you had a gun to you own head.
I dropped the knife. You dropped he gun. You stayed with me.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Krótkie OpowiadaniaAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
