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Ongoing, First published Jul 25, 2017
Quand j'étais petite je voulais être écrivaine, parce que j'avais l'écriture dans les veines. Et si j'étais un mec, j'aurais été écrivain, écrivant en vain.
Je n'ai jamais aimé ce que j'écrivais, tout ces brouillons étaient trop amères, trop tristes, trop... Moi. Une façon comme une autre de s'évader, d'oublier tout les problèmes et de penser à autre chose. A une vie plus ou moins normale, même si quelques fois les émotions prennent le dessus et les larmes finissent par ponctuer mes écrits.
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