Por favor ...

Por favor ...

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Al final estoy caminando en un callejón un tanto tétrico y deprimente ... Cada vez que abría los ojos esperaba encontrarme en los paraísos con los que soñaba pero en cambio solo veía y escuchaba problemas . No quiero seguir así , no quiero ni puedo , ya no . Es muy complicado levantarte todos los días de tu vida , bañarte , vestirte , comer y salir a la calle como si todo lo que te pasa fuese bueno . Y ni hablar de la peor parte , esa donde te toca decidir entre una vida y la otra o mejor dicho una forma de vivir y ver las cosas o la otra . Yo ya estoy cansada de escuchar a personas que el día de mañana sé que se irán y ni las gracias me van a dar . Estoy más que cansada de Verme cada día más sola . Es horrible ese momento en el que algo te sale bien y necesitas contarle a alguien lo feliz que te sentís y .... y nadie te escucha , entonces es ahí cuando pensas que no debe ser tan importante , que vos no sos tan importante . Estoy harta de la gente que intenta manipularme , es una cosa más fuerte que yo . Y si sigo llorando a veces a escondidas pero por no preocupar a nadie .. o mejor dicho para convencerme de que lo que tengo es solo un capricho y que estoy bien . Yo puedo llorar y estar mal , porque no hay edad , ni momento, o lugar para eso ... Pero también tengo derecho a expresar lo que siento y compartir con alguien lo que me hace mal . Vos no sos nadie para hacerme decaer más de lo que yo misma lo hago . Solo yo puedo criticarme y felicitarme para poder crecer , pero por favor si me ves lastimándome , ayudame ... Si me ves corriendo por el callejón , por favor acompañame ... Si me escuchas llorar , por favor abrazame ... Si me ves sola , por favor no te vayas ... Y nuevamente soy yo la chica que escribe cosas a las que muchos no les podrán encontrar sentido pero creanme que duele mucho esto , y ya no sé ni dónde me encuentro .
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