Salutations cher dépressif ...
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Complete Fri, May 5, 202311m
Dans ce journal , j'écrirai des choses non motivantes mais qui pourra servir d'exemple " a ne pas reproduire et a ne pas penser " pour les dépressifs , les suicidaires et enfin , les gens a problèmes .
Ce registre n'est donc pas pour les gens heureux ni pour les gens qui essayent d'aller bien .
Pardon et bonne mœurs douteuses !
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