Carta a mi depresión
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Last published Tue, Jun 19, 2018
La depresión es una enfermedad
Es el monstruo que nos aleja de todo lo que me amamos y de quienes nos aman, es la quimera con la que se debe de luchar día a día, esta en nuestras manos no dejar que gane la batalla,
Y recuerda... No estás solo
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