Prologue

I cleaned when others soiled.

I repairing when others destroyed.

I loved her while others used.

for her was a hell
for me the Sky.

I wanted to repair, join parts, delete your look those sad eyes and shape your soul.

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This Story Is The Translation Of " La Chica De Los Ojos Tristes" That Is In My Profile.

Forbidden The Copy Of The Story And If You Want To Adapt It Then Write To Me.