Author: HollyCaulfield PM
October 6, 2012 9:39pmRated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 105 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 10-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3063646
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I'm writing to you a second time today.
They made fun of the very things I do. When I have to. They joked and they laughed and I died and died and died.
How could they do that? How could they be so cruel?
They don't understand how much they hurt me.
And there was nothing I could do but laugh along. The bigger my smile, the louder my laugh, the more they had ripped me to shreds.
I am nothing but a torn piece of paper. Nowhere to go.
I think I shall sleep now. I will write you tomorrow.