Mis oscuros demonios
- LECTURES 59
- Votes 4
- Chapitres 3
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture7m
Dernière publication lun., févr. 4, 2019
Pensar que desde tan pequeña empezó a oír las voces, obligandola a llevar una vida que nunca quiso, alejando a toda persona cercana a ella, hundida en su falsa vida, cansada de aquellos demonios que controlaban su vida. Perdiéndose en sentirse viva, en desear la vida que no pudo tener. Capaz conoce a alguien que la haga sentirse viva ¿Quien sabe?
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