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Nov 2017
Envy
Life
Love


Its all hers...
I have just move.
Move to the future.

The point of death
Because life
Life make me!
Make me to lose the one
to be able to live.

If this is life
I regret it...
Let me love.
Because I'm the drunk writer.
Abimael
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Abimael  37/M/PR
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