Dear bully,
Today a guy called me fat. You punched him. You went to the principles office. I cut again.
I feel so unsafe around myself. I can't wait to die. I hate myself.
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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 ?
