DIARIO DE UNA SUICIDA
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Last published Thu, Feb 20, 2020
Cada persona tiene su punto de vista de ver el mundo. Detallar cada cosa, su preferencias, yo sin embargo me encuntro en que el mundo para mi no tiene sentido y que solamente venimos a sufrir
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