Marginaux je vous aime

Marginaux je vous aime

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Lobotomie pour tout le monde ou presque. La société s'impose. Néanmoins nous pouvons ouvrir les yeux. Nous pouvons choisir nous l'avons toujours pu. Le choix nous porte vers nos actes, nos actes conduisent à des conséquences. J'ai mal à mon humanité, j'ai mal à mon monde. On dit que je suis une femme, on me compte 32 années. Un diagnostique tombe et se succèdent plusieurs à la suite faisant de mon CV un CV bien rempli. Parce que j'ai un trouble borderline, un stress post traumatique, un trouble anxieux généralisé, un trouble dissociatif, je suis marginalisée, mise de cotée, comme bon nombre d'entre nous. Je pense à mes frères et mes sœurs qui souffrent de troubles de la personnalités, à vous les schizophrènes, les bipolaires, les dépressifs, les toxico, une pensée d'amour dans un monde où la haine règne. La société, la majorité nous rejette, nous, et je sais pourquoi. Observez le monde autour de vous. Qui se questionne réellement sur sa nature, ses décisions, ses opinions, ses choix ? Qui cherche vraiment à nous connaître, à apprendre plus sur nous, d'où nous venons, d'où viennent nos cicatrices ?
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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