Lo difícil de tener lo que no mereces
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Ongoing12m
Last published Wed, Oct 25, 2017
Para mí, somos hojas que disfrutamos de nuestra vida, que estamos en nuestro lugar de confort y nadie puede arrebatarnos, en los que si podemos hablar y decir aquellas palabras, ¿el humano? En este caso sería el destino, la vida, el buda, el karma o en lo que tu creas, en el que sin pensarlo le pusiste el mayor de los retos... de bajarte, tirarte al suelo y dejar que te pisotee ,no solo él, sino que muchos más...
Lo injusto es que las personas buenas casi siempre no tienen lo que realmente merecen
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