ESQUIZOFRENICAº
- LECTURAS 106
- Votos 7
- Partes 3
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Última publicación vie, sep 6, 2019
Desde ese día esa voz en mi cabeza se repetía...
"Los humanos son asquerosos ¿no lo crees pequeña Montserrat?
desde disparos en mi cabeza, hasta voces que salen de mi mente pidiéndome pecar.. ¿que es lo que una niña de 10 años puede hacer?
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