Why did you change, I don't understand. You were such a good boy before and suddenly you changed. You wrapped yourself in your demons. Ah, it was my fault, I remember! But I tried, to save you, to help you, I extended my hand to you and you threw me into the well. I closed my eyes, I cried and now you are climbing, not with me, but with me, we are climbing. You're a good boy, don't change that, don't let your demons rule you again. Because you are a very good boy.
*No es mío pero espero que la persona que lo hizo no se moleste ya que no puedo hablar con ella.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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