"What are the things you still remember? What are the things you know to be true?" the psychiatrist asked a teenage girl who was just giving him sighs and glares.
"Tell you?" the girl replied, turning her head and letting her eyes roam around the all white room.
"Yes, tell me. By telling me you can suppress any heavy feelings you have. It might help you on your recovery."
The girl replied, "The things I know to be true? Well, there are three."
The psychiatrist lends his ears, patiently waiting for the girl's thoughts.
"I killed them, my parents. I'll kill you and I will kill myself, too."
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Au nom de l'amour
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