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Last published Fri, Aug 30, 2024
No se como ponerle a esto. Solo es un diario sobre mi y mis pensamientos y los momentos malos. Solo quiero escribir mis pensamientos. No espero que te aparezca pero si lo hace, no le cuentes a nadie de mis secretos. Foto de harry aunque no es mi cantante fav ni lo escucho recurrente, algunas de sus canciones y solo verlo, me di cuenta que solo verlo a él, su forma de ser, sonreír, vestirse y vivir la vida, me hace feliz. Me encanta la canción de daylight <3
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