We all know you won't save me
if I' m still here is because I know you won't
you won't ask about it
you won't talk about it
you won't claim, complain
you'll just hug me
'til the nonsense
'til the end.
Y en un descuido se asoma tímido y trémulo el reflejo de mi alma en este mar de letras. Cuna de mi descanso y mi tortura: literatura.
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