Inconnue des terres chaudes
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"Ce qui est réel dépend du point de vu de la personne qui le prétend. La vie n'est pas aussi belle qu'elle y paraît et elle serait beaucoup plus belle sans toi." C'est ce que maman m'a toujours dit. Ce soir, je m'en vais, pour toujours. Je quitte cet endroit infame et je pars vivre ma solitude dehors plutôt que de continuer à la vivre cloisonnée dans cet endroit. Et je ne reviendrai jamais.
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