Fragmentos de mi vida.

Fragmentos de mi vida.

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Last published Wed, Jun 21, 2017

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Me llamo Casandra actualmente tengo 14 años de edad les contare como a sido mi vida en este poco tiempo, es la primera vez que escribo algo parecido a un diario, extraño a mi madre como no tiene idea, deseo verla un día, sé que ella está en mejor vida, gracias a León aprendí lo maravilloso que es amar a temprana edad, mi vida no es tan bonita como aparenta, en realidad es una pesadilla, cada día empeora está situación. ¿Podrá mejorar?

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