Cuts And Scars
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This is about me and my past its not too long tho so enjoy
My name is Melissa and every one has a past and this story is about my past now let the story begin you see when I was a little younger I was getting bullied and beat up I was always scared of someone and now the only way I know I'm alive is by cutting and I do this a lot that way I have control of things I feel in side don't ask me how I leak to this I will never know and now that I do this being beat on and bullied doesn't phase me anymore I tried and tried and tried for so long and now all that there is , is mean people but u have scared all over my wrist , arms , and thi's and now everyone just seems to laugh and stare. They look at me like I'm nuts I'm not they don't under stand bullies can drive people over the edge my best friend committed suicide on may 25 ,2016 i crud not because she's gone no I cried cause I know the way she felt and now that shes gone I realize that people would miss me of I did that and the people
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