Asylum
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Last published Mon, Mar 27, 2017
Je faisais des rêves, des rêves que l'on pourrait qualifier de cauchemar. Ne pouvant pas les garder pour moi , je l'ai avais écrit dans mon journal intime. Un jour, lorsque j'étais chez Anna, ma mère est tombée dessus. Elle avait plusieurs fois tenter de m'en parler mais je refusais de me livrer. Un soir, j'ai fais l'erreur de tout lui dire, c'est à ce moment là que mes rêves se sont intensifiés. Je me réveillais en hurlant au milieu de la nuit, je ne mangeais plus, je rompais tout contact avec ma mère et le monde extérieur.
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