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| Yo soy Bigollo, |
| un Homúnculo habitante de |
| Santa Marta, Magdalena, Colombia |
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| Oposiciones Masters |
 Considering our mortalityand that most of us will not die before at least our better side has long been longing to have died, do not be too sad for those whose flame was blown out while they had unflawed happiness of the hour, unquestioned certainty of an infinity more. Weep for that trust betrayed, for brief despairing pain of these untimely dead. Weep more for who remain. Etiquetas: Historias Arrendadas |