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Histoire vraie. Mon histoire. Mes moments de vie.
De l'amour, de la joie, des pleurs.
Des rencontres.
Harcèlement, agression.
Si j'écris cette histoire, c'est avant tout pour dénoncer ces non-dits.
Et pour aider les personnes qui ont vécu la même chose, à aller mieux.
Vous pouvez.
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