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Poema De Una Larga Noche

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amor desamor juvenil sensibilidad tragedia

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!All Rights Reserved

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A Punto De Vivir
Tue, Aug 2, 2016

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A Punto De Vivir
Tue, Aug 2, 2016

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