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I’m French. And since yesterday, I guess it’s enough to understand how I feel. I learned about the attacks on Paris as soon as it happened. And I can’t get them out of my head since. It’s not just a fact, it’s an emotion. A feeling. That everything you ever fought for mean nothing. That peace is just a concept, and will never be reality. I know, that horrible things happen every day, every moment, everywhere. But I never had to face it, ever. I’m a young adult, and I never felt insecure in my country. I never saw war. And I always thought that I never will. But is it real? Is it possible, is it really happening right now? I’m afraid. And I will never give up. Just give me a little time to only think about my country, my freedom. Give me a little time to cry, and think.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Pray For Paris
I’m French. And since yesterday, I guess it’s enough to understand how I feel. I learned about the attacks on Paris as soon as it happened. And I can’t get them out of my head since. It’s not just a fact, it’s an emotion. A feeling. That everything you ever fought for mean nothing. That peace is just a concept, and will never be reality. I know, that horrible things happen every day, every moment, everywhere. But I never had to face it, ever. I’m a young adult, and I never felt insecure in my country. I never saw war. And I always thought that I never will. But is it real? Is it possible, is it really happening right now? I’m afraid. And I will never give up. Just give me a little time to only think about my country, my freedom. Give me a little time to cry, and think.
I will never forget... 13/11/2015
CandyNoir-MN
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
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