Dear, Bad Neighborhood.

Dear, Bad Neighborhood.

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Last published Wed, Apr 25, 2018

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Todos somos iguales dicen, ¿cierto? Todos somos seres humanos, todos tenemos nuestra forma de auto-destruirnos y construirnos. La mía era diferente, soy una adolescente depresiva, una persona invisible, una persona muy diferente a los demás, con diferentes sentimientos por dentro y una manera particular en la que me afectan las cosas, una persona sensible. Simplemente yo, una persona cansada de tanta mierda cómo todos. Una persona a la que le rompieron el corazón más de una vez y no todas por enamorarse de la persona incorrecta, sino amigos y familiares. Sin embargo sigo aquí.

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