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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement mars 20, 2022
A small boy, lives in a poor house in the countryside of the United States, he is a trans boy with family problems and absence of parents, bullying at school and unresolved mental problems, he was never able to feel loved, or understand something good in life, but after a while, everything got worse, in fact, he got worse, and feeling home and alone and with no one to accompany him, and discovering this, she also felt that she couldn't cry on her mother's lap, she would always be so busy working, that screaming would be the only thing she would think of, and you have to explain that his transphobic lines hurt him would just be an entrance to a fight, at which he started crying at night, on his pillow under the covers, quiet, so no one would find him, but, he had another world, a world where it didn't look like this one, a strange world he never knew where he came from, a world where he had someone, the tall doctor with blue eyes, folders in hand and snow white skin, black hair and a credential, he was doctor maverick, but everyone called him doctor blue, that man from his other world, or was it just dreams who accompanied him on turbulent nights.
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