•-Sometimes I usually wonder when I will die or fade away, while I look at the sky and light a cigarette, finding myself in a field of Sunflowers.
(•-A veces suelo preguntarme cuándo moriré o me desvaneceré, mientras miro al cielo y enciendo un cigarro, encontrándome en un campo de Girasoles)
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Short Storysometimes there is no hope right? (a veces no hay esperanza ¿verdad?)
