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Este texto lo escribí pensando en algo que ocurrió en mi vida, pensando en un amor de hace poco que aun no he superado, y quiero superar algún día.
Queda aclarar que primeramente lo escribí en word, para después traspasarlo a wattpad.
Sé que se nota que la portada fue hecha en paint, pero fue lo que más estaba cerca para plasmar la imagen que tenia en mi mente, ademas que no soy bueno dibujando xD
Espero sea de su agrado.
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