I have been told that it is wrong.
But this being alone thing simply doesn't work for me.
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Alguien me habló todos los días de mi vida al oido, despacio, lentamente. Me dijo: ¡vive, vive, vive! Era la muerte. (JS)
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Words ... Words ... just words ... anyone can be a good victim ...
I believe I can bee good in several things few are good at. At least I'm good at NOT hiding.
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