Nothing. Nothing happens. I was just listening “The Grateful Dead” and this fortifying song, Touch of Grey with its chorus: I will get by, I will get by, I will get by, I will survive.
Oblivion. That’s what it seems I deserve. Mis palabras hasta el cansacio. Como un grito en el desierto: el amor que no es amado.
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