LE FER ROUGE
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Se sentir souillée, brûlée, répudiée, voici ce que j'ai ressenti après ce carnage. Je souhaite à personne de se sentir comme cela, seulement je ne suis malheureusement pas la seule à l'avoir vécu.
ma reconstruction, ma renaissance.
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