Piel Canela
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Ongoing, First published May 13, 2019
Soy una mujer liberal, pero no liberada, vivo sumida en mis tristeza y preparada siempre para el fracaso emocional en que todas las personas que he querido me han sumido, las personas suelen decir que mi imagen es ideal, cabello crespo, labios rellenos y rosados, estatura 155 y caderas anchas, tengo mucho carne que sobra, pero las personas dicen que soy una mujer robusta de una buena forma, no creo eso, todas esas percepciones son buenas, pero yo me siento muy baja, muy gorda, muy despelucada, no tengo mi mejor concepto sobre mi misma, no tengo muchas cosas y una de ellas, es alguien que esté  conmigo.

Todos viene me ilusionan, disfrutan de mi cuerpo, se sacian y se van, todos alegan diferentes cosas, todos mienten,  engañan, todos lastiman todos y cada uno me fallaron, pero mas me falle yo al caer ante el peor.
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