mi manera de olvidarte

mi manera de olvidarte

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drama triste frases o forma de pensar para sacarte de mi mente onque sea dificil del corazon una nueva forma de decirte adios sin decirlo cada persona inventa o crea una forma de olvidar a alguien segun ellos crean mejor dicen q aveces lo mejor es olvidar lo q te lastima asi ya no tiene ese poder pára dañarte att MERG NUNCA QUISE OLVIDARTE PERO TAMPOCO PUEDO SEGUIR AFERRADA A ALGO Q NO EXISTE NI EXISTIRÁ JAMAS DE RECUERDO NO SE VIVE NI TAMPOCO SE MUERE
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