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 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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Bonjour, est-ce que quelqu'un pourrait traduire ce texte - Le matin, la reine se levait, souriante. Elle se faisait coiffer par sa première servante, se faisait habiller par la seconde et maquiller par la troisième. Aujourd'hui, elle allait rencontrer son nouvel époux ( le précédant était mort il y a 2 ans). Et elle était presque plus anxieuse que sa fille, la princesse Mila. On le disait riche mais surtout gentilhomme, elle espérait que les rumeurs disent vrai. Quand il arriva, 2 heures après, elle comprit vite que les rumeurs étaient fondées et qu'elle se réjouirait d'être accompagnée par ce nouvel homme. Cependant, elle ne pouvait pas s'empêchait de penser à son défunt mari, elle avait l'impression de le trahir. Les mois passèrent, et un jour, son nouveau mari lui demanda de lui raconter comment l'ancien roi était mort. Elle lui raconta qu'elle avait reçu une lettre lui disant qu'il était mort au combat, alors, il lui demanda l'autorisation de voir la lettre mais elle lui répondit qu'elle l'avait renvoyer au camp qui lui avait envoyé. Étonné, le roi lui raconta qu'on lui avait dit que sa femme ne voulait plus le voir. La femme ne comprenait pas pourquoi son mari était tant étonné. Alors, le roi sortit de sa poche, une vielle enveloppe jaunâtre et demanda à la reine de la lire. La reine lut et elle commença à pleurer puisque elle avait reconnue la lettre qu'on lui avait adressé il y a 20 ans de cela. Le roi la prit dans ses bras et lui dit : " Je l'ai retrouvé dans le bureau du capitaine, et je me suis juré que je te retrouverai" La reine, honteuse, avoua qu'elle ne l'avait pas reconnu et se jura de rester près de lui juqu'à la fin de sa vie...
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Bonjour pourriez-vous corriger mon texte ( l' améliorer) svp. - What will I wear tomorrow? No one really asks the question anymore! Now what we think is "What are the other people wearing?" "What's the fashion these days?" "What will they think of my outfit?" When you want to do your hair, you wonder "What is the most common hairdo, how other people do their hair". The truth is that no one has an opinion about their body or their mind anymore. The truth is that what we are is based on other people. Other people guide us and leave our personality far from us. We all wear jeans, because almost everyone wears jeans. We wear jeans because we would be looked at badly and mocked if we wore something else. If what I wear is different from others, if what I say is different from others, then I will be laughed at. If I don't have the same brand of clothes, phone, hair or mentality as the others, then I will be classified as different. The whole world wants to put us in boxes. And if we go beyond that box, then, for them, we are different. Well, if that's what it means to be different, I think I'm different and I think, deep down, we're all different. Because to be normal, there would have to be a model of normality, but there isn't, so I'm different. I'm different from you, from him, from her. And it doesn't matter to be different. What is serious is to be different from yourself. I don't want to enter in a box, but in our world, I have to enter it to find a job, friends, to be accepted into a group. So the only way is to break these boxes. There is no normality, the difference exists only according to them. And I don't need to be normal to them anymore, for me, they've gone blind. I'm not normal, I'm not different, I'm just me and it's already a lot
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