HOY NO ME LEVANTE BIEN
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Last published Thu, Dec 22, 2016
Llevo una depresion de hace meses, una depresion que no me la quita ni dios de encima. Tengo 13 años, en mis ratos libres me gusta escribir y leer. El instituto, las amigas, los padres todo eso me odia. Mis manos estan rotas de tantos puñetazos y mis brazos llenos de cicatrices. GRACIAS por prestarme tu atencion.
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