Profundos sentimientos
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¿No haz sentido alguna vez que todos alrededor de ti con muy diferentes? ¿Que literalmente eres un cero a la izquierda? ¿Alguna vez has sentido el rechazo de todo lo que te rodea?
- aveces sentimos que no encajamos, quizás por nuestra apariencia física, nuestras actitudes, o solo por el simple hecho de ser nosotros mismo, como si en realidad solo somos un@ más en la familia, no sé tú, pero así me siento yo-.
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