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Lágrimas Rojas: La bitácora de Mike
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Ongoing, First published May 15, 2019
Un chico que a través de una especie de "Diario de Vida", redacta y describe sobre lo que le sucede en su vida diaria. Desiluciones, bullying, depresión, soledad...son algunas de las tramas que describen un ser humano que llegó a vivir en un mundo hostil. En ese diario, existe una historia que demuestra la 'sangre derramada' por sobrevivir en un entorno social difícil.

Imagen original perteneciente a Dimitry Savinoff.
Editada por mí.
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