entendí que con un simple adiós todo tu mundo se puede destorcer, que con un hasta nunca tu alma se puede partir en mil pedazos, que el que te pide "un último beso" jamás piensa regresar. entendí que lo que ayer hubo, hoy ya no existe.
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Short Storyto whoever identifies themselves with the character of each "story", but most importantly to the person behind each thought. I don't consider myself a writer nor do I believe to be one, my mind just runs wildly imagining stories of people I haven't...
