La soledad
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Dernière publication jeu., janv. 7, 2016
Parte 1
Me e sentido solo por mucho tiempo me aisló de las personas por mis defectos con las mirada siento que me discriminan aunque sean mis familiares.
Yo no e logrado perder ese miedo y en ciertos aspecto ya que mis defectos me hacen tomar el camino de la soledad.
Gracias a Dios nunca e tenido la tentación del suicido por que quiero cumplir mis metas aunque el miedo se me ponga al frente de mi Abecé yo domino el miedo en ciertos aspectos cuando algo me conviene a mi pero el miedo aun me sigue dominando.
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