Dear bully,
I have stayed 90 pounds for a long time now. Today you came over to my house. You begged me to eat like pretty much every day.
I refused. You curled up with me on the carpet floor in my room. I just want to drift away. Never come back. Stay in a different world.
Or no world at all. I just want to die. I could make every thing all over and done. In a snap. I'm holding on for now.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Historia CortaAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
