Masticadores no para!!
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She desperately tries to put aside all the darkness that inhabits her soul, wanted to settle eternally on the edge of those tiny seconds in his enlightened existence; sadness anchored to the walls of her remains, looking for a way to make blisters of fire on the bottom of her wrinkled feet. I am nothing, nothing before the immense world that engulfs the weak like me, she would say… Her strength had waned trying to be strong in the name of that love she was feeling; really thinking that sometimes the thought of his presence was the salvation of her soul. Her sins have found cooing in the cradle of loneliness and the ignominy of hostile oblivion, complaining, searching for the comforting sound of that voice, the voice of her conscience.
The world is running fast, as her ages overcoming the painful tears in her…
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