Una historia sin titulo.

Una historia sin titulo.

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Mi madre salió de nuestro país huyendo ya que había una gran amenaza donde todos estábamos en peligro. Mi padre nos trajo a Washington donde he vivido la mayoría de mis años, mi querido padre quiso ir a Chile por otra oportunidad de vida, puesto que aquí no nos han tratado muy bien. El constante bullying que he recibido han hecho mi vida un infierno, mi madre cansada de todo ha estado muy alegre de que mi padre se fuera.
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