Matame antes de que me levante

Matame antes de que me levante

EliAndreaPolanco

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Votes 44
Parts 4

MatureOngoing<5 mins

Last published Wed, Aug 3, 2016

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Yo no quiero decirte mi nombre, no quiero que sepas como soy pero sobre todo no deseo que te identifiques conmigo. No quiero que lo veas a el y pienses que es un príncipe, me da asco que veas su cara y pienses que es encantador e ignores el vacío que hay en sus ojos y la maldad sutil en su voz. Quiero que nunca estés en mi posición, que sientas mi miedo, mi impotencia y mi debilidad. Quiero que veas el reflejo de tu rostro en el espejo, veas a una mujer fuerte, una joven con una vida por vivir y a una niña con sueños por cumplir. Portada por @DannRiddle

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