Notre vie nous appartient
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Last published Tue, Sep 17, 2024
J'ai si souvent eu l'impression que ma vie me glissait entre les doigts et que malgré « la liberté » qu'on m'a si souvent vanté d'avoir, je ne me suis jamais sentie libre, sentie dans un monde gouverné par des gens qui veulent notre bien.
Alors j'ai décidé de prendre ma vie en main. Parce que notre vie nous appartient et que désormais, je ne laisserais plus personne décider à ma place.
Alors je me suis lancée dans la politique.
Cette histoire se passe en France, dans le monde d'aujourd'hui, dans la tête d'une jeune fille d'aujourd'hui.
⚠️ cette histoire est fictive
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