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Last published Tue, Mar 24, 2020
Quizá muchas veces nosotros tratamos de no revivir las malas experiencias que hemos tenido en un pasado por el miedo de que tal vez termine de la misma manera, pero que pasaria si inconscientemente estoy volviendo a mi pasado recordando lo horrible que viví y lo comparo reiterada veces en mi día a día no dejándome avanzar, ¿que podría hacer?
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