Dear Shawn,
You grabbed my wrist today as I walked passed you as you called my name. I winced, you pulled up my sleeves and saw the dozen of new cuts I'd made last night. I'm sorry I keep hurting myself, but isn't that what you wanted? I mean I am a worthless piece of shit, according to my father. I don't need your pity and I sure as hell don't want it.
~Max
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L E T T E R S ↠ S.M.
Short StoryIn which a girl writes letters to her bully DISCLAIMER I understand this isn't original, but I wanted to write my own. I'm NOT copying others. TRIGGER WARNING!: This book with contain harsh words that may offend others as well as Suicidal thoughts...
