Amôree

Amôree

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Last published Tue, Apr 7, 2015

Nunca digas nunca, Nunca digas siempre, Sólo di que me quieres como siempre y para siempre. P.D: Porque te quiero tanto?? Porque tu eres único en mi vida? Cada vez que te acercas a mi, mi corazón empieza a latir, y me pongo nerviosa. PORQUE NADIE TE REEMPLAZARÁ. Porque tu eres único porque TE QUIERO COMO A NADIE!! Yo se que me quieres y tu sabes que yo te quiero Los dos nos queremos, podemos quedar yy... (Este relato cuenta toda la verdad de lo que me está ocurriendo, en estos momentos)

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