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# Posté le jeudi 12 novembre 2009 11:49

Modifié le jeudi 12 novembre 2009 12:05

Anais<3

Anais<3
Laa Seuul Lunik ,, Sanns elle Jee srrai Pa la Ou jen Suis aujourdhuii ,, Sii Jvouu Parle Dmaa Viie Jvouu Parlerée Forcement Delle ,, Je Pourrais pas Viivree Sii elle Etaii Paa Au Prés Dmwa !!

Jms dlaa vie je regretteré de tavoir connu c Laa fille parfaiitee tjr la pour les autre la kan on na bsoiin delle
Laa ptiitee soeur Dmes reves

Jtdr<3

Chacun d'entre nous à sa raison de vivre , si un jour elle part alors la vie ne vaut pas ou plus d'être vécu , et cette raison c'est toi


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# Posté le dimanche 25 octobre 2009 09:41

Modifié le dimanche 25 octobre 2009 15:57

Bon simplement moi

Bon simplement moi

Même si je ne sais pas de quoi est fait demain , je sais au moins pourquoi mes yeux brillent chaque matins.





prenOn: .N..A..S..S.I..M..

nOm:Teyy Ouuf Wch
Age:13ANS que sa dur!
Ville:Nemours c'est pommé tu trouvera pas xD
née le:16.02.1996
amOuureuu:Ouuii
en cOuuplle ou Celiib:Celib
Msn:D'mande mOii
Oriigiine:Algérien et fiere

Surnom :Neikoz
Face Book : Nassim Elkrerarfi

Skyrock
n'à que très peu d'intérêt à mes yeux , je ne comprend pas et je crois bien ne pas vouloir comprendre . Pourquoi publier sa vie sur une simple page web . Toujours et encore intrigué par ces êtres humains , par leurs comportements et par le miens . Les gens ne se prennent pas au sérieux , ne montrent pas leurs vrai visages , ne sont que clones de cette société finalement . C'est si dommage , que la réalité soit souvent menacé par le mensonge . Ne manque plus que ces fakes , pour baisser le niveau deja assez bas de cette vie virtuel . Enfin bon , j'ai la critique facile , un peu trop d'ailleurs , mais internet m'aura permis de faire de magnifiques rencontres . Oui je suis tomber amoureux de ces amitiés si parfaites , de ces complicités merveilleuses . Parce qu'ils sont la raison de mes connexions ...T0ut N'est Pas T0uj0urs Faciile. Il y A Même Des J0urs,
0u La Viie N0us En Faiit V0iir De T0utes Les C0uleurs.
Maiis J'aii La Niiak & Je Ne Ren0nceraiis Pas ! C'est Dur,
Maiis J'y Arriiveraiis ! Des C0urs Par Dessus La Tête,
Des Amiitiiés Quii Lâchent, Des Pers0nnes Quii N0us Aiide
D'autres Quii N0us Enfonce & S'aj0utant A Sa ,
Des Pers0nnes Quii N0us Manquent . J'essaiie D'0ubliier
Des Pers0nnes iin0ubliiables & Je Pard0nne Des Ch0ses
iimpard0nnables & 0uii Je Suiis C0mme Sa .
Ps Ajoute moi a t préfeiré ici =P
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# Posté le samedi 24 octobre 2009 13:49

Modifié le vendredi 20 novembre 2009 11:52

On a MarRe Et Passe A Autre Chose!

On a MarRe Et Passe A Autre Chose!
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# Posté le samedi 24 octobre 2009 03:04

Modifié le mardi 24 novembre 2009 12:07