la solitude de mes abîmes..
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Última publicación jue, dic 28, 2017
Bonjour tout le monde,
mon âme c'est pas mal égarée depuis un petit bout de temps, alors pour canaliser ma tristesse il m'arrive souvent d'écrire des textes ou des poèmes pour me libérer de ce cauchemar journalier.. Il n'ont aucun rapport les uns aux autres mais j'espère qu'il vous plairont un temps soit peu..
Si vous prenais le temps d'en étudier quelques uns je vous en suit entièrement reconnaissante :)
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