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Notas De Una Suicida
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Ongoing, First published Jul 05, 2017
El titulo lo dice notas de una suicida pero no cualquiera, es de mi, de como me siento, de lo que pienso.
  
  La inspiracion llega a mi de manera mágica, según mi estado de humor o el de los demás.
  
  La mayoría de las notas vienen de lo más profundo, de lo que nadie hasta ahora conoce
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