Dear Diary,
It's been a month since I last wrote to you.
I was ill.
No one came to see me.
My mother was tired and sick of looking after me.
Am I now becoming a burden?
If only they knew,
After all, I'm different.
Love,
Lucy.
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I'm Different
FantasyLucy Dylan is different. Why? How? Read her diary to find out.
