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siempre tuvo el poder de dejarme con un hueco en el estomago, soy el hombre mas preocupon del mundo, comentarios y me preocupo ( ni siquiera te conosco) fotitos de la lluvia y los pies y me preocupo mucho (sigo sin conocerte) y ya tengo miedo de que te arrebaten de mis manos, esto suena mucho como una posesion y no se si es mi manera de ver las cosas pero soy un miedoso por nauralza, te me pierdes y me preocupo, te busco y te encuentro, quieres vomitar y te jalonea un wey, por que no me esperaste?, soy el mas preocupon del mundo y tu eres la parte del mundo por la que mas me preocupo.

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