ºRoses are sad, violets are crying. I'm happy on the outside but inside I'm dying.º
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
They say.
PoetryEllos dijeron que nunca estarían solos. Y la niebla inundó sus corazones.
They say.
ºRoses are sad, violets are crying. I'm happy on the outside but inside I'm dying.º
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