Dear Bully
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dear bully,
it's me.
i was unsure of what tone to write in because...well i don't actually know. if you are reading this then i'm obviously dead, sorry. actually no, the truth is i'm not sorry. you spread a gospel about me, which was untrue. you infected every sophomore with your negative lies. hopefully one day the truth will surface, hopefully. i've always been shit at writing letters because i struggle to select the right words or phrases.
this is for the both of us. how our relationship 'blossomed' and what you did to me.
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