tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621459677512324094.post3508990336633048137..comments2023-09-28T16:52:33.659+02:00Comments on Declaraciones de guerramor: El primer día sin ti después de tiAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15622098239329516848noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621459677512324094.post-18222571620818520252013-06-01T12:02:30.240+02:002013-06-01T12:02:30.240+02:00Yo creo que es bonito dolerse si después sabes sal...Yo creo que es bonito dolerse si después sabes salir de ahí. :Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15622098239329516848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621459677512324094.post-30540592834549252622013-05-31T12:50:36.261+02:002013-05-31T12:50:36.261+02:00Lo malo de irse no es marcharse, es no poder mirar...Lo malo de irse no es marcharse, es no poder mirar atrás sin dolerse.<br />Un abrazo.Vicky Mateoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17473600976545032179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621459677512324094.post-10871902448216946532013-04-30T13:02:16.947+02:002013-04-30T13:02:16.947+02:00<3 :)<3 :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15622098239329516848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621459677512324094.post-10180347984435547982013-04-29T14:00:39.427+02:002013-04-29T14:00:39.427+02:00"Qué guarrada sin ti" o sin él. No sé. D..."Qué guarrada sin ti" o sin él. No sé. Dímelo tú. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15622098239329516848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2621459677512324094.post-68589790282153496152013-04-29T13:56:40.104+02:002013-04-29T13:56:40.104+02:00Me siento e x a c t a m e n t e igual. Y joder.Me siento e x a c t a m e n t e igual. Y joder.L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09632336041794318161noreply@blogger.com