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Dernière publication sam., sept. 6, 2025
hola soy Hana... bueno tengo esta cuenta desde hace mucho y solo leía historias, no había pensado en escribir algo porque me daba miedo lo que pensaran o si ni siquiera tendría vista, no soy de decirle a las personas como me siento realmente sobre algo o sobre ellos, y pensé, por que no hacer cartas expresando todo lo que en verdad sientes?, todo eso que llevo dentro... y se me ocurrió subir esas cartas aquí porque a lo mejor hay personas que se sienten iguales que yo, con un nudo en la garganta sin poder hablar con nadie y sin poder desahogare, guardándose todo, rabia, tristeza hasta felicidad.. espero les guste.. y si se sienten identificados pueden decírmelo en los comentarios, o si quieren darme un consejo se los agradecería... y si quieren hablar y desahogarse puedes escribirme al privado... gracias por dedicar su tiempo para leer estas cartas...
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Chances Of Truth ☑️
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From The Heart
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