Impaciencia
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Dernière publication sam., févr. 1, 2020
Me había trazado escribirle pero no se puede dar a quien no da. Esa es mi historia, llena de impaciencia por el miedo a morir sin haber vivido. Veamos hasta donde puedo llegar. Veamos si puedo encontrar la paz
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Catch me if you can
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Nothing dramatic or horrific happened to me for this to happen. I was just extremely lucky. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision. Other days I wonder what will the future hold.
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