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Everyday ill write a letter to a certain person who deteriorated who i am. This is for everyone who made it their mission to make my life a living hell. Karmas a bitch boys and girls.
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Sometimes it's best not to say anything at all, to keep it all in hoping you won't spread it to others. The feelings I endure are horrid but I keep them bottled up because I don't want anyone to see me as the dying nobody. That's who I am though, a nobody. I'm a mistake in this world, a joke to humanity. Why am I here if all I do everyday is cry myself to sleep wondering what my father would do to me tomorrow and when my mother will return if ever. So this is me, the dying nobody and it fucking sucks. **Trigger warning: There are many Suicidal and Depression related events that occur within this story.***

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