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Heaven only knows




New dreams.
Same fears.


I can only remember and cry... how I used to go about the world so swiftly and not be stopped by anything.
Yet I have the feeling that, if I get rid of this headache, everything will be all right.

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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)