Darkness Turns To Light
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Ongoing8m
Last published Thu, Jun 13, 2013
Today's a new day. Day's clean? 0. If you're wondering why I'm saying days clean, is because I self-harm. But maybe today will be different. I'll tell you a little bit about myself: My full name is Kenadee Marie Underwood. I live FOR my little brother Jeremy Underwood. I love Jeremy to pieces. Out parents don't care about to us. As you can tell, Jeremy and I practically live on out own. It all started after our family lost our new born baby 7 years ago. I am currently 17 and my brother is 15. My hair is naturally wavy but I straighten it. My hair color is brown. My eyes are brown, but I have colored contacts so they're blue. People think I dyed my hair from blonde to brown because of my eyes, they think they're natural. Here's my story. Come along with me on my journey.
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