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Sous la peau

Sous la peau

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Last published Sat, Apr 7, 2018

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J'ai 15 ans, j'suis née le 17/10/2002... et j'ai besoin de faire le point sur ma vie... juste, faire une pose le temps de reprendre mon souffle. Parce que ça fait 15 ans que j'étouffe. Que je suffoque. Ouais c'est ma vie que je vais vous raconter... ouais je sais ça peu paraitre prétentieux... et c'est vrais ! Mais si certaines personnes on étés ... cela pourra peut être les aider, vous aider... La, je vais vous écrire la moi, ce que je n'ais jamais dit, jamais exprimé meme sous la torture! Je vais enfin émerger...

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