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my name is Sarah and I am always bullied by a girl name Rose and I always seek comfort from a scarecrow at the backyard of my house my parents were always busy they did not always have time for me they always had fights and my mom always cryed they thought I won't notice but I did and each time I see them fight I always short sad well maybe because I was just 10 year old I was always bullied in school by a girl name Rose and she hated me for being perfect because people loved me more. she made life she made life a living hell unbearable and each time I came back home I always seek comfort by talking to the scarecrow I know it was crazy but I just needed someone to talk to someone who had my back one day my dad wanted to destroy the farm and I didn't wanted him to he told me he's going to make it good more better than before but I just wanting not to I tried my best to talk to him to make him see my own point of view but I didn't listen you try calling people to to destroy it for him but they all mysteriously stop destroying it and go away he got frustrated and decided to cut it down himself but a mysteriously disappearedthe police searched for him day and night but they couldn't find him they couldn't say whether he's dead or is missing my mom was traumatized she was scared she worried maybe he somewhere alone she kept talking to herself every chance she gets kept going to the police station trying to look for answers whether they are found him or not she kept saying weird stuff and I worried about her 12 years past in a blink of an eye and I'm now 22 years old my mom still miss him even I see that he deeply scared for my father even I see that
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