Et j'ai crié, crié, por qu'il revient

Sin sentido

A veces imagino un holocausto devastador, más bien un terremoto, que parte en dos la tierra y desaparece a mis vecinas.

Soy una mala persona.

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Sin amor me siento libre, pero algo me falta