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Cuando Podre Ser Yo Misma

Author: Mizuki_Shiba
Romance de fantasía
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Me siento perdida, como si estuviera en un bucle repetitivo que siempre esta en constante repetición, tanto acciones, maneras de actuar, el habla e incluso las palabras que siempre se repiten una y otra vez sin parar hacía mi persona. . . . . . . . . . . - Lava los platos - - Limpia la casa - - No puedes hacer las cosas justo después de que te lo digan - - Tienes que darle, cuando quieras comer algo - - Aprender a compartir - - Tienes que cambiar tu actitud - - Deja de perder el tiempo y ven a ayudar - - Que tanto vez en ese teléfono, para que no prestes atención - - Anda hace algo productivo - - No puedes vestir así, que pensarán - - Al fin vistes como una persona decente - - Tienes que aprender a vestir mejor - . . . . . . . . . Esas son las palabras que siempre suenan en mi cabeza y en mis oídos. No hay un dia en el cual no las escuche, solo quiero que paren por un día. Solo quiero poder demostrar quien soy, pero nadie quiere eso. Ellos quieren que sea a como a ellos les gusta, pero no a como a mi me gustaria ser. Solo quiero ser libre poder expresarme, vestirme y decir todo como un ser humano, como alguien que no es controlado. Quiero vivir mi vida a plenitud, no con ataduras ni nada, si no con LIBERTAD. Esa palabras tan difícil de poder obtener, y decir abiertamente.

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