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No es por ser paranoico

No es por ser paranoico

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 10, 2017
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No quiero sonar paranoico pero... Omar, un chico de 17 años con una vida ejemplar, jamás había tenido emociones fuertes, excitantes o peligrosas, anhelaba graduarse para trabajar y vivir bien; A punto de cumplir 18 años de edad su vida da un vuelco, ¡Que va! Su vida da mil vuelcos a direcciones distintas llevándolo a experimentar Cosas que jamás había imaginado... o deseado. Solo cómo consejo, estate atento: nunca sabes lo que esconden tus profesores.
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In past, I was cheerful, positive, full of love and joy, until my father destroyed everything, took everything from me, turned me into a cold, heartless, and wrathful, no more happiness in my life. Until I finally met her again, my old friend and also my first love, my world was so beautiful with her, everything was perfect with her. All the beautiful memories I've been through with her for a long time... it crossed my mind, at the moment I looked into her eyes. But there was nothing I could do, I just pretended not to remember her, didn't know her, and it broke me. I want to hug her, I want to kiss her, I want to make her happy, but I can't. I can't keep my promise to her, my promise to always be by her side, I've broken it, the fact that I abandoned her. And I was so surprised after hearing she had an accident, which made her to lose her memory, and it was all because of me, that I had put her through it, that I had made her suffer. It would have been better if it had been me, not her, all my fault, all this because of my selfishness and my stupidity. She deserves happiness, she deserves someone who much better than me, who's capable of making her happier, not me, because I'm just giving her misery.

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