Dreams
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Ongoing37m
Last published Fri, Nov 28, 2014
Hi, 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 twin boys when I was 6. The incident also left me with very weak legs in which most of the time I'm in a wheel chair. I can walk better now but I'm not allowed to walk because the bones in my legs are still not the best. But that not even the worst part. I hide this from my friends because I don't want to be alone. No i cant be left alone again.
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