Carta al renacimiento
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Concluida mié, jun 19, 20199m
Cuando vivimos la adolescencia todo es más intenso, no sabemos como manejar nuestros sentimientos y siempre creemos que el amor que sentimos nunca lo volveremos a sentir, rompemos y nos rompen el corazón una y otra vez. Esta carta que le escribí a uno de esos amores siempre ha sido mi recuerdo favorito de esas épocas.
Muchas veces me rompieron el corazón, muchas más fui yo quien rompió el de alguien más. Esta carta es el resultado de una de esas veces en que el dolor, el amor y la inspiración se unen para dar paso a algo más...
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