My name is Lucky.
My name is Lucky. I was once an ordinary dog who loved running through the fields, breathing in the scent of life. But that day changed everything—when a vicious dog attacked me, tearing my face apart and taking my nose forever. Since then, I no longer recognize myself in the mirror. I fear my own shadow and wish the pain were just a nightmare I could wake up from.
I tried to approach people, hoping for a bit of kindness, but their eyes told me I was a monster. Children cried at the sight of me, and adults turned their faces away. No one knew that behind this disfigured face beats a heart that still loves—a heart that only longs to be touched without fear.
And today, I sit in a quiet corner, breathing with difficulty but holding onto a fragile hope… that one day, someone will reach out—not to pity me, not to fear me—but to see the soul that still beats inside. Because even though I lost so much, I never lost my ability to love. 
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