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La vida es horriblemente hermosa, depende de un hilo que por medio de como lo afrontes se va a hacer mas fuerte o mas débil, me llamo Delt Sinn, la verdad es curioso que me identifique con dichos como "o que tristeza, soy esclavo de mi conocimiento", enserio? que estúpido, bueno tengo que hablar con mi mente porque parece ser mas serio.
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