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Nadie es de nadie
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Nadie es de nadie, no hay pertenencias.
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Agosto 29, 1997
02:39
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Papeles botados, en sitios aislados, incompletos; desordenados.
No entiendes lo que dices, yo ya no sé que más decir, no entiendes lo que dices.
Toma todo y destrúyelo. Huye.
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John Connor
02:23
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Siempre estás tras de mí, no puedo evitarte. Cada día es más difícil de llevar.
Tal vez si me quedó aquí, puedo evitarte. No quiero recibir nunca esa llamada, las malas noticias siempre llegan.
Tu presencia me abruma, no puedo respirar, el miedo me paraliza, no puedo con este pesó sobre mi.
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