Nos vamos volviendo adictos a la soledad, a sentir paz, a no dar explicaciones, a tener nuestro espacio, a no dejar entrar en el corazón ni el la piel a cualquiera, a ser autosuficientes y a brillar solos. Y no es miedo, es amor propio.
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