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WpMetadataReadConcluida mié, ene 20, 20166h 34m
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I have been wearing glasses since 2nd grade. I know what it means to have to worry about sports and dancing and what happens when your glasses are knocked off and you have to blindly feel for them. So why am I incapable of contacts? I mean besides the fact that I can't put them in. And the fact that I am embarrassed to wear them because people stare. Oh and the fact that they hypnotize anyone who makes eye contact with me. I really don't see why not. And it's not my fault! I mean, it's not like I said, "Give me the special ones!" They just happened to be seriously screwed up. And it was really fun at first. Everyone must have that point. That point where there's complete and utter enjoyment before everything downspirals ruining not only your life, but everyone else's too. It was one time. I swear. And it was all his fault! He came and ruined everything! If hadn't betrayed me, I would've never done any of this. I wouldn't have ruined my own life. I wouldn't have lost everyone I cared about. I wouldn't have lost him. And he's celebrated like some stupid hero. Not fair. Not fair at all.
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You know that feeling of being so broken, your entire body is numb and you no longer feel a thing? It happened to me. I shut down whenever someone tries to get close. It's a natural response for me. Normally, I don't form groups of people I'm close to, I fake a smile, walk around like everything's fine. Like I'm fine. Then, afterschool is when all hell usually breaks loose. Nothing. Has. Changed. Not until I meet a tall, lean boy with unique, spiky hair. He's mystifying, unknown, and most of all, unreadable. Not only do I not know who he is or where he comes from, but he seems to know more about me than I realize. To the point that it frightens me. Who is he and why is he claiming that he knows me if I never recall meeting him? A Zoldyck is a dangerous creature.

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