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El recuento de algo inexplicable como la mirada de muchos sentimientos que dieron pie a todo,inigualable como la manera en que celaba cada instante de felicidad y disimular que no esta mal... Cuando pienso que pasaba, que la vida me miraba , solo sonreía y se iba, pero ahora cuando pienso solo veo la marea de pensamientos , de momentos al lado de lo que en su momento era mi todo, lo que yo quería en ese momento...Y de eso digo gracias.
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