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Laguna mental y siento como si quisiera darme dolor pero no sé qué pasó por eso decidí despertar y no sé cómo saldré de mi pecho. Quice estar toda mi vida he escuchado en mi cabeza, la vi a ella. Me sorprendi al ver que aspecto tiene, algo que.