*-. slowly, but surely .-*
it kills me. it lifts me up, and knocks me down. it helps me breathe, it chokes me. it's my thrill, it's my worries. it's my joy, it's my pain. it's my highest joy; it's my only pain. it helps me come to life each day. it kills me. |
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vieja, y donde tu ta metia.?