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La mort est inévitable. C'est une assurance qui nous est donnée dès notre naissance. Mais en attendant que l'inévitable se produise, nous espérons tous que quelque chose nous arrivera. Que ce soit une histoire d'amour renversante, ou le bonheur d'élever ses enfants, ou parfois malheureusement la perte d'un être cher.
Nous espérons tous vivre quelque chose qui donnera un sens à notre vie. Mais hélas, toutes les vies n'ont pas forcément un sens, pour certain leur passage sur terre se résume à rester sur la touche, à attendre que quelque chose leur arrive, avant qu'il ne soit trop tard.
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