Guiñapo |H.S|

Guiñapo |H.S|

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Publikasi terakhir Sen, Sep 30, 2024

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Deja de estar deprimida, para ya, por favor. No sabes el asco que me da ver como todos se van, como quiero correr en mis pasos para salir de esta mierda que me tiene sujeta, de ser estable, una persona con la que si quieran quedarse... Me hubiera encantado no ser rota y tener mucho trabajo con repararme. Que Harry no me dejara cada que soy mucha carga, que mi madre hubiera vivido una vida plena para que no pagaramos juntas los platos rotos... que yo no hubiera probado la marihuana...

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