I wish I was the friend or the cousin or the neighbor of the protagonist and not her. I wish I was, just one of those who in the end get to give few insights into her story and, not the story in itself.
I don’t speak or understand French but I can’t stop listening to this Edith Piaf song. It sounds so beautiful and lovely. It feels like one of those many background scores of my own story.
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