Les voies dans ma tete
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voici mon histoire .... ma vrai vie peut être improbable mais vraie.
Mon nom est Léa j ai treize ans je suis dyspraxique et je suis une E.H.P ou enfant a haut potentiel je vais vous raconter mon parcours jusqu'à a maintenant .... mais j ai un problème mes voie dans ma tête... tous criant a la mort a chaque erreur que je commet je vous laisse découvrir mais attention certain passage peuvent heurter la sensibilité des enfants alors âme sensibles s abstenir
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