Letter 16

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Dear bully.
When I leave you'll be left with my letters and I can see it. You'll hate yourself for ever causing me pain.
I know you... well the old you, and I know he's inside somewhere. Waiting, begging to come out, but that will be too late. You can scream and shout. But the truth is, I'll be gone. And when I'm gone. Theres nothing you can do about it.

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