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untitled 493 cada peqeña historia de el pasado es como una peqeña espinita ostigosa que se queda clavada en mi mente, no me gusta saber tus historias, no me gusta contar las mias y sin embargo termine contandotelas todas, siempre encontrandome un poco avergonzado de haber contado eso, tus historias siempre son romanticas y con destellos en los ojos, y siempre me han producido no menos que celos y celos, aun escritas siempre detalladas con bonitas letras y bonitas palabras, odio saber de tu pasado.

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