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Hay veces

Hay veces en la vida,
que solo tenés que tragarte
todo eso que sentís.

Guardar en lo profundo,
ese conflicto interno
que te devora y consume por dentro.

Hay veces en la vida,
que tenés que esconder tus problemas,
porque son tuyos y de nadie más.

Caminar con la frente en alto,
fingir que todo está perfecto,
Y al menos hacer que la gente se sienta bien.

Hay veces en la vida,
Donde tenes que controlarte,
Respirar, y calmar esas llamas.

Porque al final,
Hay que pensar al menos un poco
en los demás,

Porque los problemas, sentimientos,
y dolores, de cada quien,
Nadie más los tiene que saber.

Y nadie mucho menos,
merece soportar,
toda esa mierda que uno lleva por dentro.

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