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J'ai envie d'écrit tout ce qu'il me passe par l'esprit sans qu'il n'y ai forcément de lien ou de genre. Cela pourras très bien être une fanfic comme du policier ou juste mes pensée sur le monde. Toujours avec de magnifique faute de français ou d'autre langue si l'idée me vient a l'esprit d'écrire en une autre langue. J'écris pour me libérer de mon stresse.
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