aaaaaaaaaaaa saludos al Rob! k se la rifa en la bataca' como solo el sabe =p
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Music seems to
help the pain,
seems to
cultivate the brain.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers.
Every Warning,
a leaking rubber,
a poison apple
for mingled Blood.
If you gaze long into an abyss,
the abyss will gaze back into you.
It's just the beasts
under your bed
In your closet
and in your head.
Universe is hostile
so impersonal
devour to survive,
so it's always been.
Look through a
faithless eye
Are you afraid to die?
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