Blackmoon
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Last published Fri, Oct 19, 2018
Tout le monde a un sens dans la vie,certains veulent devenir pompier,danseurs,docteurs ou millionaire...Mais moi,je n'ai pas ma place dans ce monde là,je m'en suis vite rendu compte et ça c'est passé très vite...Alors,voilà mon histoire.
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