Title: Opcional

Text: My thoughts are written on a page seen through a cloud of smoke. I've been trying to make pay because lately I've been feeling broke. And I can start reminiscing the memories of me and you. I been hoping that I would have a clue of what to do. I've been having these Sunday blues and I tell everyone that it's true. I keep my head in the clouds because people try to pull me down. Falling for all these women I feel like a clown. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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