Pensamientos de una mente perdida
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Last published Mon, Feb 5, 2018
¿Alguna vez te has ahogado en tus pensamientos? ¿Pasado tanto tiempo pensando sobre algo y terminar en nada? Hablo de una sensación que te atrapa, que no te deja respirar; y por más que intentes pensar en una solución, al pensarlo, terminas cayendo en una confusión más grande que finalmente no te permite llegar a nada. Y de esta manera, hora por hora; día por día; año tras año. Y cuando lo vuelves a pensarlo, te das cuenta de que no has llegado a nada; nada, nada, nada. Te cansas de pensar y empiezas a hartarte. Y lo único que puedes concluir, es que vives en los pensamientos de una mente pérdida. Aquí, podrás encontrar los míos propios que, ¿quién sabe?, tal vez se asemejen a los tuyos.
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