... we are exhausted by the way they pretend that nothing is happening and how to find the moments to be able to sink into their lies. First of all, it must be understood that I am not an innocent who simply believes, although I must confess that sometimes I feign insanity so as not to remember what, at some point, has hurt me. Why save the depth of those moments that did not let us lift our spirits?
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A veces estamos tan cansados de que el mundo nos quiera mostrar caras que no existen, nos agota la manera en que fingen que nada sucede y cómo buscan los momentos para poder hundirte en sus mentiras.
Ante todo se debe entender que no soy una inocente qué cree sin más ni más, aunque debo confesar que aveces finjo demencia para no recordar lo que, en algún momento, me ha lastimado.
¿Para que guardar la profundidad de esos momentos que no nos dejaron levantar los ánimos?
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