Title: Opcional

Text: Where are you, and I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always this sick, strange darkness, comes creeping up, so haunting every time, and as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders, catching things and eating their insides. My indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason. Will you come home and stop this pain tonight? Stop this pain tonight... Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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