Pensamientos oscuros
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Terminé lun., mars 28, 201632m
Todo esta oscuro...
Tengo miedo. Oigo la voz de mis pensamientos.
Soy yo. Pero por alguna razón no puedo oírme.
No siento mi cuerpo. No se donde estoy.
¿Estoy muerta?
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