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Dear Bully,
    One week ago you punched me in the stomach after I left you my daily note. I didn't know you would be beside your locker. You almost killed me. Someone saw me lying on the floor and they called 911. In what seemed to be a few minutes I woke up with the sound of sirens all around me. I couldn't breath. The nurse said something about my diaphragm being punctured by my own broken rib. They put me on anesthesia and I fell asleep very, very light headed. I woke up about 3 hours later with a donor diaphragm. I don't know how I survived, but I did. I wish I hadn't, but I did. They say I'm lucky, but I had to go to school today and for the rest of the year. I should've just suffered there like you tell me I should. When I got home, my mom asked me what had happened. I said that someone attacked me. I wasn't lying. I almost died because of you. You almost killed me, but I'll be ok if you don't want to stop. All that I'm asking is that next time this happens, you hit me harder.
                                             With regret,
                                            Not me at all

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