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Publikasi terakhir Sab, Okt 13, 2018
"A veces prefiero callar y silenciar mi mente a través del alcohol, soy un ser infeliz e insatisfecho que aspira la libertad, soy un miserable que vive desencadenado en su mente pero ahora es momento de mostrar lo que soy tanto que quiero decir tanto que quiero hacer, esto ya no se quedo en mi mente y ahora si te lo puedo decir."
- Guillermo M.
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