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To My High School Bullies


To my high school bullies,

 

Hi.

I think

Being dead

Is no relief

Running through this eternal emptiness,

Never feeling that which makes us human

And you forced me

To leave, to

End my

Pain

But you

Forgot that

Life is precious

I wish I had remembered on that day

Though my life is ended, I still regret

In my heaven

And my hell

Future

Lost.

 

Sincerely,

Anonymous

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