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Pequeñita.

Pequeñita.

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Fiction
Romance
Creer que todo era perfecto y abrir los ojos. Darme cuenta de que nada era como pensaba. Perder a miles de personas por complacer a una. Esa guerra que parece interminable. Intentar salir de ella cuando ni si quiera tendría que haber entrado. Una lucha constante con todos mis demonios para ganar y conseguir la libertad. Soy Aina y esta es la peor historia de amor que he experimentado nunca, la mía.
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