L'ascension d'une déesse
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Last published Wed, Jan 18, 2017
...Le néant, je me sens tomber dans le vide .J'ai été trahie par tous ceux que je connaissais, par tous ceux que j'aimais. La seule affaire que j'envisage est la mort, malheureusement je ne peux mourir... Je tombe toujours, de ce building où la vérité m'a été affichée...Je sens qu'une main me tient au-dessus du vide... ------------------------ Première histoire, j'éspère que vous allez aimé, mais je ne vais pas poster enormément.
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