para mi algún dia

para mi algún dia

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Last published Wed, Dec 21, 2022

Non-Fiction

Tagsdiarioparapersonasheridas

me ven bien me ven bien, me ven sonriendo, me ven alegre, llena de vida disfrutando de la vida hago de todo por que es la manera de distraerme de todos, lo único que no hago es permitirme sentirme mal lo cual ahora parece haberme resultado fatal, oculte todas mis emociones pero están a punto de estallar... pero debo dejar doler no voy a sanar lo que no me permito sentir aceptarlo es el único cierre que necesito.} esta no es una historia son pensamientos reales que llegan a mi en cualquier hora del día, es un diario para personas heridas, es un diario donde escribiré todo lo que pase en mi día sin maquillaje ni mascaras para hacerla mas bonitas habrán días malos pero también buenos habrán días donde querré acabar conmigo pero habrán días donde vivir será los mas hermoso del planeta como le pasaría a una persona común conocer personas es como desbloquear un personaje nuevo de la historia y solo deseo que el personaje que ya esta en mi vida se convierta en el personaje principal y que termine con un proceso feliz por que los finales son muy cortos.... pensamientos hacia ti persona importante que quiero para siempre en mi vida y que me confundes tanto.....

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