Pensamiento De Una Mente Inquieta

Pensamiento De Una Mente Inquieta

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Hubo una vez un comentario de una Psicóloga que conocí, no pretendía ayudarme realmente por qué no le conté nada sobre mí vida, pero me dijo que escribiera todo lo que sintiera, así sea sueños o cualquier cosa que se me ocurriera en ese momento justo que sientiera algo, así calmaría y sacaría todo eso que tuviera dentro del alma. Pues Aquí dejare todos mis pensamientos, "Poemas" relatos y sueños que he tenido durante una parte vivida de mi existencia, puede sonar monótono, explicito, verse mal hecho y bizarro en algunas partes pero así es mi mente, da vueltas en el aire, cae al suelo y corre al diferente direcciones donde ni se el motivo exacto de que se dirija a esos lugares, solo pasa y ya, tal vez sea lo mejor que debe ser. Insisto que hago todo esto por mi desahogo, si alguien se siente igual lo invito a comentar, si hace lo mismo, lo invito a compartir Conmigo.
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