Aristotle
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Pequeños escritos divididos en temas diferentes, cada uno siendo pensado en aquella persona en la que no puedo sacar de mi mente.
No se bien escribir novelas largas y de tantas palabras, pero si puedo hacer esto tratando de alcanzar y tal vez conmover el corazón de él.
Y si, me enamore de un hombre. Podría ser la mayor equivocación de toda mi vida o el encuentro más hermoso que he vivido jamás. ¿Cuál creen que es el que creo que es? Solo leanlo.
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My Poetry Escape
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Cynical Souls
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