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Last published Sun, Dec 17, 2017
Si quiero devolver el tiempo y jamás haberte aceptado esa solicitud de amistad, jamás debí permitir que conocieras todo de mí. No sabes cuánto deseo no haberte conocido nunca. ¿Qué ganaste en esa apuesta? Porque justamente a mi tenias que humillarme no sabes cuánto me odio en este momento porque cada maldita persona me lo decía pero yo jamás hice caso te defendí de todos pero al parecer tú si eres esa mierda de persona de la cual todos me advertían si fui una más de tu lista maldito idiota.
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