LOST. La perte de Nina Tome 1
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Je suis Nina,
Une fille de la ville mais qui viens de la campagne, malheureusement je ne suis plus de ce monde. Antoine mon meilleur ami n'a jamais voulu que ma vie se finisse mais il est trop tard pour remonter en arrière.
J'ai beau me dire que j'ai été folle à cause de la vision de ma petite sœur Angelica, rien n'était vrai. J'en avais marre de moi et de ma misérable vie. j'étais un puits d'échecs, un vrai sourire chez moi était impossible. Je me cachais derrière un masque de bonheur qui ne signifia rien. J'étais timide, triste, dépressive au corps mutilé de plus en plus tous les jours. J'ai toujours doutée de moi. Mais bon assez parlé. Voici mon histoire.
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