Letter 1

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Dear bully,

You pushed me in the hallway again and called me a slut and told me to kill myself. I looked at you, you just laughed you really do hate me. I was walking home and and you tried to hit me with your car. You yelled watch out whore I dont want to go to jail because I hit you.
By the time I was home I was alone my parents are heardly home I'm the only child. I went to my bathroom and took my razor and just used the the razor to cut down my arm as my skin started to rip open the blood covered my arm. Happy now I'm doing this? This is all because of you.

From,

The person you hate the most

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