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Trastorno distérmico

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ansiedad depresion distúrbio mente oscuridad

¿De qué color es tu cielo hoy? 
Cuantos días 
Cuanto tiempo 
paso desde que comenzó la obsesión por medir, contar y planificar la vida?
queriendo ser lo que el mundo quiere ver y evitando ser lo lo único que existe , habido y por haber.. 
Solo soy yo ahora con mi laptop y mi mente vagabunda, con ideas que deslumbra desde lo mas interior de mi, intentando sobrevivir en una mente distérmica en un cuerpo de una depresiva persistente.All Rights Reserved

ansiedad depresion distúrbio mente oscuridad

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