Although this would sound better out loud...I had to write this small letter to my mother to get this off of my chest. See, I'm known to keep things bottled up inside because I don't like to talk about things with others. I'm afraid that they'll spill all my worries an sorrows out to everyone. I know it's not good for my health and it might even cause me to lose control of myself completely one day...but this is how I cope with things...so don't ask me if I'm okay because I'm not and I know some of you mean well but please I beg of you not to say that I can talk to you. Don't wait around, because I won't tell you anything an I won't talk about it. I also know that it's bad for me to feel this way when I'm only 13, so young, but yet so old...I've seen things and I've been through things that I wish to forget. So for now I'll keep a smile pasted; and yes I've been to a therapist but I didn't tell her anything...but one thing I can tell you is that it's not because I'm getting bullied by children at school, I honestly could care less about their opinions about my skin, my race, my clothes, my shoes, or even my brother. I won't be using my name though...here's Mary's story...
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