Thank You For Saving me

Thank You For Saving me

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Hi, my name is Kris(short for Krystal) and I'm 15 years old. I hate life right now and just want to end it. I hate getting bullied in school out of school, I hate getting made fun of right when I walk through the doors. I wish I had someone who actually cared about me and would miss me. Is there someone like that actually out there? Hi, my name is Shawn. I'm 15 years old. I feel really bad about Krystal. We use to be best friends in middle school until I messed up big time by joining in with everyone else and began making fun of her. I miss her. Maybe I can gain back our friendship. Will she forgive me? Or am I too late? Read too find out what happens!
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