Arde: Voltios
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Last published Tue, Feb 11, 2020
¿Cómo..?
¿Cómo ha pasado esto?
¿Por qué ha acabado el mundo así?
¿Qué hemos hecho?
La muerte... el dolor... no es nada comparado con lo que nos aguarda.
Yo intenté cambiar eso...
Fui estúpido.
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