La huella de lo que fuimos

La huella de lo que fuimos

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¿Puede el dolor del pasado hacernos más fuertes o solo dejar una huella que nunca desaparecerá? Alma vivió una terrible guerra que impactó toda su adolescencia y que sigue influenciandola en sus decisiones. Cada día era una batalla en la que tenía que sobrevivir. En las entrañas de un refugio subterraneo deberá seguir adelante a pesar de las atrocidades que ve a diario. Entre paredes de ladrillo opresantes y los ecos de las bombas cayendo lo conoció a él. Axel, un joven como ellla atrapado entre la desesperación y la esperanza que la situación del país cambie. Esas noches, en las que se respiraba miedo y muerte, entre los murmuros de las bombas quedaban ellos dos, formando una conexión inexplicable con cada mirada y gesto. ¿Es posible encontrar el amor en medio del caos? ¿Puede la guerra destruir todo lo que conocemos, incluso nuestros sentimientos más profundos? , ¿Puede un lazo tan poderoso como el de ambos evaporarse por el paso del tiempo?
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Ok... this is entry log numbraro-or however you say "number" in Spanish-1... Do I really have to do this? Distant female voice: yes, just keep going, you're doing fine. uhh... ok, fine, cane you leave the room then, you're making me nerves... ok she's gone. So, as I was saying, this is my first entry log in this uh... war, I guess. guess I should start with how I got in this situation. It all started with a normal morning, with my chocolate milk, and a game of mass effect 3. suddenly, my mom got home early from work, and... long story short, her reason did not make my dad happy. It got ugly, and I had to remove myself from the situation. I was on the roof when it all happened. some bully's from school showed up-not getting the hint from last time- and wanted payback. I didn't even see the knife before it was to late. Believe it or not, I was saved by the one per-... well, I guess she is considered a person, that could only show up in a dream. She-and other people-seemed to like my knowledge of fictions, enough to lead a war, believe it or not. I wish all my friends from school could see me now, they would not believe what is buckled on my belt right now, or what I could do... but I don't think I'm allowed to, for reasons most would understand. Sooo... I guess that's it, that's how I got my self into this mess... *sigh* after what I have been through, this is truly going to be a war between fictions.

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