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I wonder if mami looks at me and sees the little girl I used to be. Does it keep her up at night, how the world got its hands-on me? Even though so many of her nights were filled...
I wonder if mami looks at me and sees the little girl I used to be. Does it keep her up at night, how the world got its hands-on me? Even though so many of her nights were filled...
En mis pensamientos siempre llevo la imagen de la familia perfecta. Llevo tus abrazos y el aroma del amor llenandome la memoria con imagenes de cuando era niña, y nos sentabamos en la mesa blanca y madera a tomar...