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✿ Sometimes the black night falls on us, covering everything in its path with blankets of sadness where the brightest, most enthusiastic smile fades, transforming everything into whispers of agony and you can't do anything to avoid it.
 
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demone · F
¡En los huesos! Qué falta de respeto. (?)

-Va por ahí a sentarse, cruzada de brazos antes de bufar molesta.-

Que estoy bien, madre. Sólo no he querido cazar...
 
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