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UnfOrgeTAbLe LoVe

UnfOrgeTAbLe LoVe

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Last published Mon, Dec 9, 2019

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Romance

Tagsbadboy bullyingawareness depression impossiblelove lovestory

Carla no quiere vivir. Ya no le ve el sentido a la vida. Pero igual sigue viviendo, solo por su familia, pero a veces parece que eso no es suficiente. Por otro lado el colegio no es un gran incentivo para seguir con la vida, es víctima de mucho bullying y no sabe si lo podrá seguir aguantando. Cuando el que le gusta, por fin se da cuenta de su existencia, tiene que llegar alguien a arruinarlo, ( como todo en su vida) un niño nuevo, pero demasiado lindo. Pero Carla lo odia. Cierto? Parece que hay una línea muy fina entre el odio y el amor. Podrá alguien salvar a Carla de si misma? Podrá alguien, sacarla de la miseria de lo que es su vida? Y si pueden, quién será?

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