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Africains

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Certaines personnes  se disent que la vie sans soucis es impossible cela porte a croire  que la foie nous fuis a chaque fois que nous y penson .
 la vie  es dure pour certaine ,paisible pour d'autre. 
Oh si  selement nous pouvions afronter  les difficulté de la vie avec rire,sourire,sans rougir et aussi avec un espoir adapté  je crois que ce serais plus benefique  pour nous etre vivant qui sommes sur cette vaste terre .
Quand  je  vois par la télé  j'entend par le parlée des gens   des frere,meres,tante,oncle,tante mourir en mères   c'est   la que des vies s'arrêtent  celle qui on de  lachance  continuent  avec douleur que manque il a notre  pays  ? l'emplois?  de l'argent? Quoi    mais c'est la vieTodos los derechos reservados

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