Please Don't hirt me anymore. I sit in a conner and cry and cry. Why must you hirt me? One day I asked you: I'm just 11 what did I do to you? You just looked at and smiled an evil smile. Please stop hitting me. I try to sand up for my self but you push me down and call me names. I tell you to stop you say NO. I feel like I'm dying 1000 deaths! I ask why you say because I hate you. What did I do? Ever sense i was a little girl you've done this to me. You make me cry for weeks i try to be nice and you yell at me you oways have to have your way! Or I get hirt I'm just your little sis what did I ever do to you? NOTHING! I guess your right you do hate me I'll just ask one more time WHY?
Reason for writing:
my bro hits me relly bad =::::::(
Birth sign: Aquarius
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