Title: Opcional

Text: It's what my heart just yearns to sing, in ways that can't be said. It's what my rotting bones will say when the rest of me is dead. It's what's engraved upon my heart in letter deeply worn. Today I somehow understand the reason I was born. Cos outwardly he says I try so hard to make you laugh at me, and she, she does, she laughs as though she's not heard the joke ten thousand times before. And he adores her, he watches her get dressed as though she's hurtling through time. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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