Nulle en solitude
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Last published Sun, Mar 18, 2018
Mon indépendance m'a échappée alors que j'avais 15 ans. Enfin, si j'ai déjà été indépendante. Tout a commencé quand j'ai rencontré un garçon, c'est toujours comme ça; il était doux, il était amoureux de moi, et surtout il voyait en moi tout ce que j'espérais y voir. Puis notre couple a sombré, nous avons l'un comme l'autre essayé de s'y accrocher. La force du désespoir et la poigne du déni.
Ma vie n'a rien d'exceptionnelle, du moins je ne pense pas, si ce n'est ce côté sombre qui semble toujours venir l'envahir. Bienvenue dans ma vie, dans ma solitude et surtout dans mes pensées. Peut-être qu'elles pourront apaiser les vôtres. Souviens-toi que lorsque tu penses être au plus bas, quelqu'un est en train de creuser ta tombe sous tes pieds, toujours.
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