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Aquí escribiré todo eso que no he podido decir de frente, todo lo que podría ser criticado, mal visto, diferido, ignorado así como lo positivo o negativo que siento y no demuestro, incluso si lo hago, lo plasmaré en esta plataforma, por el hecho de que quiero mostrar quien soy libremente, donde no cometeré errores que puedan afectar mi realidad. Básicamente quiero escribir quién soy, cómo me siento y qué es lo que pienso, sin miedo, sin ser juzgada cara a cara por gente que defendería su punto de vista en forma de ataque. Lo anterior ayudará a abrir mis perspectivas gracias a las palabras de alguien que no me quiere dañar, simplemente se quiere expresar.
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