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Súper Lunes

Súper Lunes

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A ratos creo que la sociedad se inventa motivos para generar revuelos. Súper lunes es como una necesidad de generar caos innecesario friamente hablando no todo los cabros entras el mismo día a clases no todos vuelven de vacaciones pero de una extraña forma si me preguntaran me uniría al pensamiento colectivo de que hoy está súper llena la micro y de mucha gente en la calle hasta vi un mini escolar al cruzar la calle , el viernes también vi uno pero el viernes no era importante por que hoy es súper lunes, quizás en cuantas otras ocaciones nos dejamos llevar por cosas que alguien inventa para tener una noticia especial y un revuelo diferente en nuestras mentes que la verdad solo aporta para que el stress y el cansancio se justifique por el famoso SÚPER LUNES !
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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