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Dear anyone out there,
I'm sorry that you had to find me this way. I was never loved by anyone, mom would always come home drunk and just ignore me.
I tried to hide my pain by cutting artwork into my skin but it wouldn't work. I tried really hard, everyone at school calls me names and bullies me. I know that dad would be disappointed in me but I'm depressed to even find out what's happening in life. Did you even know that I was suffering in school, or come home with bruises and cuts from the people at school?
Even the teachers hated me that would slap me across my hands with a ruler if I even raised my hand. I really tried but I can't do this no more...
I will always love you for who you are
I just wish it was the same with you guys towards me
Good bye forever,
Sara
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