EL AMOR NO ES COMO LO PINTAN
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SOMOS HUMANOS.
LOS HUMANOS NOS ENAMORAMOS.
LOS HUMANOS ROMPEMOS CORAZONES.
LOS HUMANOS NOS ROMPEN EL CORAZÓN.
*DESPUÉS DE LA TORMENTA VIENE LA CALMA, PERO LA TORMENTA SIEMPRE REGRESA*
¿EL AMOR VERDADERO EXISTE O SOLO ES UNA FANTASÍA CREADA POR EL SER HUMANO?
AQUÍ NO HAY RESPUESTAS, SOLO HISTORIAS Y PENSAMIENTOS DE GENTE REAL, COMO TU Y COMO YO, COMO TODOS...
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