Sin Destinatario

Sin Destinatario

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Esta es una recopilación de algunas cartas y escritos que he guardado desde hace tiempo atrás. Muchos de estos son de amor, otros tantos de desamor, y otros simplemente para desahogarme. Siempre encontré mi refugio en las letras, y creo que cada uno de estos escritos llevan una parte de lo que pasaba en mi vida en ese momento, un poco de mi alma. Espero que de alguna forma se puedan identificar con estas letras; todos alguna vez hemos amado, hemos sufrido y hemos necesitado sacar estas emociones tan confusas así que creo que hay un poco para cada uno. Estas cartas no están ordenadas de ninguna manera en especial, igual que los eventos de nuestra vida, y no todas hablan del mismo amor. Unas son mas intensas, otras mas banales, pero todas con mi esencia.
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