Dear Clarity,
I've gotten cuts on my knuckles and a black eye. The guys who were teasing you told me that you deserved to leave me. I was just a distraction. My hand punched his sorry ass and his friends started beating me. I knew what they were saying wasn't true. They told me to give up and stop finding you. I can't though. I love you too much. My dad told me that I'm not myself lately. Come back please.
Love,
Brooklyn
