You Can Do It
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Je n'ai jamais choisi ce que je voulais être. Personne ne m'écoute. Personne ne sait ce que j'endure. Et le but est que personne ne le sache. Je suis seul. Seul. Mais il faut que je me défende. Je dois monter un plan. Je ne sais pas tout. Beaucoup de questions reste sans réponse. Alors c'est à moi de les trouver...
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