Alma rota, esperanza intacta
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Ongoing, First published Apr 28, 2017
Hubo momentos en los que preferí ahogarme que continuar sin él. Sentimiento que mi padre padeció, con la única diferencia que el decidió ahogarse que continuar sin ella. El la extrañaba y mi presencia no disminuía su tristeza. Muchas veces escondemos nuestras emociones bajo la superficie e intentamos fingir. Sin darme cuenta, era lo que mi padre hacía.
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