Cartwheel

Cartwheel

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I may or may not have cartwheeled into an electric fence and died. Whoops? I now like to ghost around and help my family any way I can. I also like to sometimes haunt my old bullies in my spare time. The only thing im missing is a companion to talk to. It gets boring talking to yourself. (Working on a better title and description, just accept its bad and move on please and thank you)
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I was only 7 when I met her, but we had an instant connection. We were inseperable. She was always happy and joyful around me, but me on the other hand, I was a completely different story. I suffered a disorder that caused me to have no emotions. I told her my condition and she understood, but one day she dissapeared, I didn't feel sad, worried or angry like I should have. I just continued my day like any other day, but by myself. I continued to have no friends as I got older and talked to no one, but it didn't bother me. I soon became the "weirdo" as most people would say. I became known as the girl with no emotions.

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