How can someone live with the world's weight on their shoulders?
An alien, a bird among the dead. A zombie, a counter, a script, a desire to be greater, to leave a mark. How exactly do you blend in? As much as you try, you are not part of the circle; you are not successful enough, don't you?
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Belladona
Cuando tuve la oportunidad de redimirme ante el cosmos, elegí la violencia de la caída.