Title: Opcional

Text: Then, with water in my eyes, the words began to rise from their place. They were beautiful and dread. I reached for them and fed on each phrase. They were honey on my lips, but then a bitter twist in my side. I knew they'd lay me in my grave. "Is there no one who can save me," I cried. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

Save test: Use esta opción si usted desea compartir esta prueba (sólo para usuarios autenticados).