A Sweet Paradise
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Terminé mer., avr. 10, 20195m
"In the begging
I Never thought spending my whole Life, strangling to be perfect.
I used to worry what others thought of me.
I filled the world within my empty heart.
You have No power over me, I am not Alone...
You are with me on These War"
A personaly story writen by a 14th years Old Teenager. This was found among my files. It looks like a poem or a song but most of the paragraphs have been erased. I manage to understand what excacly the Papers were saying. I decided to share with you the Most clear papers but there are not stable. Read the questions of the Teenager about the World and think well what She had written..
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