Juventud: 2da parte

Juventud: 2da parte

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Publiqué la primera parte de "Juventud" cuando estaba entrando en mis veinte años. Haré el intento de retomar donde la dejé, ya pasado el tiempo, casi casi preparándome para despedir los veinte. Esta historia fue muy significativa para mí en su momento; entre medio sucedió la vida, que también fue significativa. Lamentablemente perdí el acceso a mi antigua cuenta, y no puedo efectuar ediciones en la historia original ni contestar a sus hermosos comentarios. Pero voy a intentar capturar la misma esencia de "Juventud" en esta segunda parte. Puedes encontrar la primera parte de esta historia en el siguiente link: https://www.wattpad.com/user/MemoriasDeUnHada Gracias infinitas a ti, lector.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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