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Proposito

La vida sin un propósito

es como un pasillo largo y oscuro,

 

sólo caminas, sin luces ni rumbo,

paso tras paso;

 

desorientado entre paredes

que carecen de color,

que no te llevan a ningún lugar,

 

no eres nadie, sólo existes...

 

en una dimensión insípida

que te atrapa mientras vivas.

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Feb 16
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