Recuerdos Del Ayer
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Last published Sun, Mar 24, 2019
Aveces solo necesito desahogarme y hablar...
Se que muchas personas se han enamorado lo se perfectamente y se como se siente cuando el amor termina mas es mejor quedarse con lo bueno de aquel dulce y caluroso amor que hubo una vez...
Esta historia no es ficcion es una historia real es mi historia ...
La historia de como me enamore de una chica hace mucho tiempo ya,mas jamas me arrepentire de lo vivido
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