Title: Opcional

Text: Why, oh why do we dance in this place? I can't understand even the simplest of things; what even am I? Even that, stirred by the hand of the night; just like love, it disappears. I cried, still unable to say even goodbye. Tangled up in lies, I am a phony. Before I knew it, the mimicked cries joined the unpleasant chorus. Their eyes, leery, are dissolving you. I am missing from the mirror's reflection. There is only a "fake" that everyone mistook for someone else. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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