Por si no vuelvo.
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No sé si un día no me va a tocar a mí, no sé si mañana vuelvo de clases, no sé si mis precauciones me van a salvar, sé que puedo ser yo, alguna amiga, o puede ser alguien que no conozco, no importa pero por ella voy a salir a gritar, a marchar por su ausencia, porque no quede en el olvido, las recuerdo, a todas, me acuerdo sus historias y sus caras, me acuerdo cuanto me dolió ese título de mierda en los medios "el peor final...", lo mucho que me duelen los comentarios culpabilizandolas de su propio asesinato, cuando fue el Estado, hoy lo puedo hacer pero si un día soy yo, por si no vuelvo.
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