Dear Ally,
The guidance counselor told me this might help.
She said I'm depressed.
She said the slits on my wrist are signs I need help.
She said if I don't talk, then no one can listen, and if they can't listen I might just wither away.
I don't want to talk though, I don't need the help of you. I couldn't help in your time of need, so why should you help me?
I miss you,
Scarlet
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Broken Words of a Broken Girl
Krótkie OpowiadaniaThoughts in our minds are often just lost in time. These are the one thrown away. The ones that disappeared, never to be seen again. The letters to Ally.
