DEEP MIND

DEEP MIND

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Mi vida se traza, con lo que esperan de mí y lo que piensan de mí, realmente no es algo que me importe del todo, de todas maneras es la única forma de vivir que conozco... _ Reprodúcelo nuevamente _No - Grite por centésima vez, ya mi garganta estaba desgarrada- ------ _ Les damos la bienvenida a Dystopia, el lugar de sus mas grandes pesadillas.... ------ Miles de personas, muchos cuartos de juegos y solo una misión ... sobrevivir ....
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