Textos de una estudiante triste

Textos de una estudiante triste

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Complete Sun, May 26, 2019<5 mins

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una estudiante comienza ha escribir lo que siente y piensa ya que nadie tiene el tiempo de escucharla, seras tu la que la escuche?

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