Poema De Una Larga Noche
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MatureComplete Tue, Aug 2, 2016<5 mins
Este poema me lo inspiró una situación de mi vida, en la cual, como cualquier persona, tuve un momento de desesperación e infinita angustia, por esos momentos que crees que tu vida debería acabar, pero decides ser fuerte y seguí adelante!
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