Imperiosos sentires
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Durantes estos últimos tres años de mi cortísima vida, he estado descubriendo, por voluntad y a la fuerza, quién soy yo realmente y hacia donde voy. Debo agregar que hacerlo no es, en lo abosulto, algo fácil, unx se va topando con diferentes tipos de personas a lo largo de la vida, y nadie nos asegura si dejarán una huella buena... o no tan buena; sin embargo, todo eso contribuye a nuestro interminable camino del autoconocimiento.
Los escritos que hice, hago y haré (porque ¡vamos! Amo escribir) estarán aquí, éstos son la experimentación de mi proyecto ciéntifico. Espero les guste y logren sentir lo que yo sentía al pensar y escribir cada oración que encuentren en este lugar.
Por último, muchas gracias por darle una oportunidad a estas palabras originadas por imperiosos sentires.
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