Wounds
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Camille acaba de despertar de coma, decidida a ser una nueva persona, pero como olvidar aquello que tanto daño te hace, ¿Cómo sacar de tu mente y corazón tantas atrocidades? luego de aquel incidente, su vida cambia radicalmente, sintiéndose acomplejada con el mínimo defecto, ¡Pero claro, para ella eran muchos! ¿Quién la querría así de imperfecta?
Mucho menos si se enteraban de lo que le hicieron aquella vez, de las cosas que tuvo que perder.
Cada vez que se miraba en el espejo se sentía mal por su figura, e incluso por las estrías que ganó en su adolescencia cuando su cuerpo subía y bajaba de peso a su antojo... Si ella no se sentía conforme consigo misma ¿Quién más lo haría? Camille tendrá que afrontar todos sus miedos y temores, y entonces... ¿todo cambiará para bien o para mal?
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