Dreams… they are just compact trinkets of information completely torn to shreds through your own tyrannical imagination while sleeping, right? Well if that is the case, how can a person have dreams that are memories, memories that you don’t remember, shouldn’t remember, and most of all don’t want to remember. Before I start this story I must tell you I am no different from you, my dreams just handicap from seeing something new, changing my view point, and most of all seeing past fear.
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Dreams
Teen FictionHi, I'm Lunnet. I'm small and kind of fragile. I'm white with blond hair and my eyes are um... i cant remember the color of my eyes. You see I'm blind, but that's a lie i guess in a way... i haven't opened my eyes since I was almost killed by two t...
