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Joie.

LECTURAS 45
Votos 13
Partes 5
Hora 29m

LECTURAS 45
Votos 13
Partes 5
Hora 29m

dystopie emotions futur joie

Le monde a changé, après qu'une vague mondiale de suicides de masse ai frappé la Terre, les politiques encore en vie décident de mettre en place un nouveau système politique, un système basé sur la croyance forte et profonde que le bonheur est la solution à tout, et qu'il doit s'ériger au rang de valeur première du nouvel Etat Mondial. 
Alors que les plus heureux sont les plus privilégiés, et que ceux qui ne rentrent pas dans le moule sont exilés, le quotidien des hommes politiques, des citoyens et de tout l'Etat est modifié.
Quand une femme, décide de ne pas rentrer dans le moule.Todos los derechos reservados

dystopie emotions futur joie

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Don't Forget Me In The Morning

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.