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Micro texte en anglais ;
« Well, try to destroy me. Nothing can hurt me anymore, I'm already (almost) broken. No one can love me as I am, because I am shit. I have to become a great, Nice and beautiful person. But how? It’s impossible. I want him. Uh.. wait? Finally, what do I want? I don't want him, because if he was with me now, after our breakup, it would hurt me. so I don't know what I want. I want to be fine, Yes, but.. It's difficult these Times. I’m walkin’ on the tightrope between love and hate. I know you would be better without me. And I know another thing. It’s that if I die, my last words, my last thoughts, and all the last things I will make will be for one person. Him. »