Dear Alex,
I found the new set of crutches at my locker door.
I threw them in the dustbin.
I don't want it.
I don't want your sympathy.
When I know you'll torture me again.
I want suppressants.
And the blades.
I don't need anything more.
Love, CHLOE
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DEAR BULLY, DEAR VICTIM
RandomA SMALL SERIES OF LETTERS FROM A VICTIM TO HER BULLY, AND FROM A BULLY TO HIS VICTIM
