No te vayas...Nunca.
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Last published Wed, Nov 1, 2017
Esta es la historia de dos adolescentes drogadictos, y con problemas psicológicos que se enamoran.
-Promete nunca irte y no haré nada de lo que nos podamos arrepentir...- Mire sus ojos llenos de lagrimas y con la voz quebrada, le dije;
-Nunca me iré si tu nunca lo haces, seguiré aquí, te convertiste en mi droga y no podré parar de amar a lo que me está matando...
Hola, un gusto conocerlos¡
Etto...Soy nueva en esto de la escritura, acepto criticas constructivas y espero que disfruten este drama, tanto como lo hice yo al escribirlo...
Bueno, sin mas que decir, disfruten y preparen pañuelos.
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