10/22/08
A dreaded sunny day, so I meet you at the cemetry gates [...] So we go inside and we gravely read the stones. All those people, all those lives... Where are they now? With loves, and hates. And passions just like mine. They were born. And then they lived. And then they died. It seems so unfair. I want to cry.
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Anda, si has actualizado, y eso? ya te acordabas de la contraseña para entrar? xDDD