Upside Down
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On a tous ce fameux moment de remise en question. Cette tempête qui, une fois passée, vous révèle si oui ou non vous êtes fait pour la vie que vous avez actuellement. Pour ce qui est de mon cas, cette tempête est en fait un ouragan duquel je ne peux pas m'échapper.
Alors, quand la tempête ne passe pas, il est préférable de la fuir.
J'ai passé des mois à me remettre en question, à essayer de trouver une solution, mais en vain.
Alors mon choix est décidé. Je pars. Je préfère fuir cet ouragan, et même si pour cela je dois laisser des personnes chères à mes yeux.
Je vais vous raconter ma fuite dans mon carnet, mon monde à l'envers, comme je l'ai toujours appelé. Une fois sortis, je laisserais ce carnet, avec des indices pour me retrouver et pour comprendre les raisons de mon départ. Libre à vous de tenter votre chance.
Je vous souhaite maintenant, à tous, la bienvenue dans mon histoire. Mon monde à l'envers.
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