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Last published Thu, Aug 3, 2023
Sé que no es fácil, volver a tu yo interior, cuando lo haz dejado de un lado.
Sé que a veces las experiencias te ayudan a forjar esa personalidad que cubres cuando las personas quieren lastimarte.
La vida es un sube y baja de emociones, y estamos para aprender y es por eso que estoy aquí nuevamente para volver con mi esencia de poetisa y así poder mostrarte mis dolencias, mis temores y agonías.
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