Douleur
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Last published Mon, Sep 30, 2019
Passer le plus bel été de sa vie, mais en même temps le pire... en souffrir pendant des mois tout en essayant de garder les bons souvenirs et d'oublier ce pourquoi on a mal. Se faire violence pour sourire chaque jour alors que le soir on n'a qu'une seule envie : pleurer.
J'aimerais essayer de vous partager un moment de ma vie qui a bouleversé ma façon d'être et m'a profondément changée. J'aimerais vous parler d'une semaine dont je ne suis pas fière, mais qui m'a fait évoluer. Aujourd'hui, l'écriture est pour moi le meilleur pansement à cette plaie qui peine à cicatriser.
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The title describes it all. Requests (except for dirty ones) are welcome. Have fun reading! // Le titre dit tout. Les demandes (à l'exception de avec un esprit tordu) sont les bienvenus. Bon lecture! *All imagines will only be in English // Les pensées sont seulement en Anglais **Updates are every (I don't know) days // Les mises à jour sont tous les (Je ne sais pas) jours ***This book contains more sad imagines than happy ones. I recommend you have a box of tissues ready, but you're always more than welcome to cry along :) // Ce livre contient imagine plus tristes que les heureux. Avoir une boîte de mouchoirs prêts.
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