There were so many people.
I got injured several times.
They kept calling you these horrible names.
You kept apologizing.
You shouldn't be apologizing.
They should.
I made them get down on their hands and knees.
They ran off when I let them go.
I took you away.
I took you with me to another state.
One I knew you would be happy in.
You told me how much you love the water once.
I'm taking you to California.
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Dear Bully,
Historia CortaWhat did I do? It hurts. What did I do to deserve so much pain? °°°