Dear Bully,
I came back to school.
I look like crap.
Half of my hair is missing.
I have a scar on my stomach.
My fingers are still frozen and my feet are too.
I have abrasions on my face.
There’s a cast on one wrist and cuts on the other.
No one even bothered saying anything.
People just looked at me.
Some with smirks some with sorrow.
You didn’t say anything.
You just started and walked away.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully
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