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Tranquilidad

Hoy hay demasiada esperanza... tanta que comenzaré a escribir más en este lugar. Ha terminado un momento en mi vida y tengo la esperanza de que el siguiente sea increiblemente mejor. Se han ido muchas dudas y aún guardo un poco de esperanza reciclada sobre mi eterno suspirar. Estoy decidido a poner en orden muchas cosas y a volver por el camino del bien, sin hacerme daño. Estoy presto a terminar mi ciclo para poder seguir con el siguiente en otro espacio y tiempo, o tal vez sólo aqui pero sin pesos que cargar. Y sobre todo, tengo la esperanza aún de verte una tarde y no sé cómo ni donde llevarme un pedacito de tu corazón a cambio del mio completo...

He vuelto a tener esperanza... espero que dure

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