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By itachi -
Soy rencoroso como un conejo, me quedo guardadas tantas cosas que quisiera decir, me caga pensar en las consecuencias todo era tan lindo cuando uno era mas joven y no tenia que pensar en ellas, ahora solo me quedo con mis planes maliciosos, mis rencores y cada centimetro de los musculos de mi cuerpo apretados todo por la dichosa convivencia

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