Title: Opcional

Text: I'm drunk in the back of the car and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. Said "I'm fine," but it wasn't true. I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you. I snuck in through the garden gate, every night that summer just to seal my fate. I scream, for whatever it's worth, "I love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?" He looks up, grinning like a devil. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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