Regrets...
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La vie n'est pas toujours comme on le souhaite. Moi même j'ai parfois pensé s'il ne fallait pas mieux que j'y mette fin... C'est cette noirceur qui la attiré Lui. Et c'est Lui qui a changé ma vie ainsi que mon point de vue. Après tout, finalement ma vie n'aura peut être jamais de fin... Mais a quel prix?
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Sometimes life can play tricks to you. That's what I thought when I was in front of this police officer. He was impatient, his khaki jacket still wet from the heavy rain. It's been hours now that he interrogates me. But I had nothing to answer. Our relationship? It was non-existent. So how did I end here? "You only kept silent but you know it won't help you. Your name is in his calls register. So now, answers the question! Why were you two in contact?!" ••• "𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗹!"
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