Dear Bully,
Today was Tuesday.
Your girlfriend didn’t mind hitting my broken wrist.
You held me up tight.
She punched me in the eye.
She kicked me in the stomach.
Then she pulled out a knife.
You asked what she was doing.
She said she was giving me what I deserve.
She lifted up my shirt.
Then I felt the blade tear my skin.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully
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