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Última publicación sáb, abr 28, 2018
J'ai toujours voulu partir de chez moi, parce que chez moi c'est la misère. On m'avait dit que les études c'était le rêve, que c'était la vraie vie, que j'allais... Et maintenant que je suis seule ici, on détruit chaque jour un peu plus mes espoirs d'être une artiste, j'ai besoin de vous. J'ai besoin de toi, et de tous les rares amis qu'ils sont restés, j'ai besoin qu'on m'aime. Promets que tu seras toujours là. Promets moi qu'on ira se promener au bord de la Manche chaque fois qu'il le faudra.
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