Title: Opcional

Text: I stand breathless, on a plane of water, hoping my heart will not falter. The whisper and melodies subside while I stand alone, cold, along a bridge miles wide. A bridge that only I can see; I think it's easiest to let it be. But leaving be only let it fester until my heart could no longer be a contester. It tried and tried, and grew, pumping, pumping but nothing left anew. The blood it pumped was dark and black, a symbol I wasn't to retrieve my old life back. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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