Bullying; Short Story I lay there, darkness intruding the space around me, consuming my every thought and movement. Why am i like this? I repeat in my head once, twice and another endless amount of times. For the endless sight of darkness i see when i open my eyes, a longed wet stream climbs down my cheek. Why am i like this? Why do they do this to me? What is wrong with me? My mind begins to demand itself an answer to such questions. For the shell that steers it's way around #lifes obstacles everyday, taking the physical bruises and scars, my mind takes the emotional trauma of your insults. Whats wrong with me? For now that the sun is up and i lay here sleepless, my shell just isn't ready to be put through this all over again.
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