SUMMERTIME SADNESS

SUMMERTIME SADNESS

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¨Lo que nos haces no tiene perdón…¨ Le dije con ganas de llorar. ¨Lo sé… pero si no hubiera sido por mi ustedes todavía estuvieran viviendo en la calle.¨ ¨No me lo tienes que recordar todos los días… pero preferiría estar en la calle que estar CONTI- ¡ah!¨ Me dio una cachetada. ¨ ¡No vuelvas a decir estupideces!¨ me grito. ¨TE ODIO¨ Le dije y empecé a caminar asía la puerta pero fue inútil. Zayn me agarro de la muñeca y me tiro sobre la cama, se empezó a desabrochar el pantalón, trate de pararme pero otra vez fue inútil...
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Every summer since I was born, me and my family will go to a village close to my dads hometown. That location was my place, my safe place. I couldn't understand why my mum and sister didn't like it, I just couldn't. I guess that's why all of my life I've felt closer to my father. Going back to those amazing lakes and being with my big family was something I loved, and i was always looking forward to go back the following year. But, the summer I turned 11, everything changed, and that desire of going back became more greater. It was the time I met Niall. I'm Elena, and this is my story. (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SORRY IF SOMETHING ISNT CORRECT)

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