mi vida echa mierda
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estea historia se tratara de una joven que literal odiava su vida y se queria morir pero como siempre la maldita psicologa se interponia y literal citaba a sus papa comoo no odiar su vida con tanta carga que tenia pero creo que eso no es lo peor del cuento
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Property Of Vittore Martinelli ✓
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