I'm sad, but I asked her to leave. No, she does not even sound back. She told me to think about death, but only to separate us from each other. Why the people we love from us. Death depriving her go, who knows. She would grab Cuenca sad, lonely, confused many people, death took her fiber. Then there were the night Today I Had I forget how strange life is.
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