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miércoles, julio 30
Everytime I hear this kinda music I wanna scream. I should've been different with you, with this, with all those letters I burned that night. I couldn't help it... you wouldn't be there to hold me. That was the last time I saw you before you left. Im sure that if I... I can't stand this life without you. I got breathless.
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