Peccatum

Peccatum

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Sipnosis Que haces cuando sin pensarlo te conviertes en lo mas detestas y la persona que mas ama es quien mas odias. Pecatum no representa la historia común de amor, mas sin embargo todo inicia con un amor comun entre 2 seres destinados a estar juntos. el amor propio que isabela posee sucumbirá antes los oscuros mandatos del amor de su vida Demian. un hombre al que el dolor le mostrara entre el sufrimiento y la auto-destrucción como amar sin pedirlo ni desearlo. Demian se enfrentara al gran enigma que dividirá a su corazón con la conciencia, de como poder amar a la persona que mas odias, que te ha arrebatado todo pero sobre todo como perdonarte cuando tu mismo eres el culpable de tu desdicha
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?

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