Bonjour est-ce que quelqu'un pourrait corriger et ameliorer ce texte ( il faudrait qu'il y ait des tournures de prases ironiques etc.) Merci I was there, in tha
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I was there, in that corner. My arms covered my head and wiped away my tears. You were laughing, I was crying: we could have gone on for hours...
The gun went off: Bam! And when I came home, my clothes torn, my skin was the color of the sky...1;2 hit me when you want 3;4 and then I don't say anything.
- It was to play, to laugh, I would never have hurt him otherwise.
In your game, you were the only one to play, to laugh, to have fun. I was crying, I was screaming and you were seeing it.
Refrain :
You hit me.
with words, with your fist, with your networks
I don't say anything.
I suffer in silence, I don't understand anything anymore
I don’t know you but you hate me. You don’t know me but you insult me He doesn't know me, he can't be in pain! The word too much is the
insult too much heard The one time too many, the one when you feel lost...We would like to be deaf so we don't have to listen
Never hear those repeated screams again. The word too many is the insult that hurts so much That she cocks the skin like a newspaper blow… The one time too many, the one when you want to die Just to forget, to finally get it over with.
This word too many, it is so many times spoken And it marks the heart, you can't erase it He wounds in the flesh, he wounds in honor The one time too many, the one that causes fear.
The one word too many, the one that like a blow given Annihilates your pride, leaves you stunned. It will give the strength to get up again The one time too many at last, just to save himself.
I will surely never meet you but you continue, I just want to tell you something. You are a coward and you allow yourself do things that you would not dare to do in real life.
He don’t care, he don’t know me
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1. Réponse lumake
I was there, in this corner. My arms covered my head and wiped my tears. You were laughing, I was crying: we could have continued for hours ...
The shot went off: Bam! And when I came home, my clothes torn, my skin was the color of the sky ... 1; 2 strikes me when you want 3; 4 and then I say nothing.
- It was to play, to laugh, I would never have hurt otherwise.
In your game, you were the only one to play, laugh, have fun. I cried, I cried and you saw it.
Refrain:
You hit me.
with words, with your fist, with your networks
I do not say anything.
I suffer in silence, I do not understand anything anymore
I do not know you but you hate me. You do not know me but you insult me. He does not know me, he can not suffer! The word too is the insult too often heard Once too much, the one where we feel lost ... We would like to be deaf not to have to listen
Never again hear repeated screams. Too much is the insult that hurts so badly that it stings the skin like a newspaper coup ... Once too much, the one where one wants to die Just to forget, to finish it.
This word too many, it is said so many times And it marks the heart, you can not erase it It hurts in the flesh, it hurts in honor Once too much, the one that scares.
The only word too much, the one that, like a given blow, annihilates your pride, leaves you stunned. This will give you the strength to get up once again, just to save yourself.
I will probably never meet you but you keep going, I just want to tell you something. You are a coward and you allow yourself to do things you dare not do in real life.
He does not care, he does not know me
Bon voilà, il n'y avait pas grand chose à corriger et la seule chose que j'ai corrigé, je l'ai mise en gras, italique et souligné pour que tu la voies bien.