Through my stomach it dwells just to erase the little selfsteam I gathered.
It kills me not, but tortures me as it plays.
As I play dead for a while it goes away.
And every time it gets away I beg for it to stay that way...
but then, new sadnes waves arive to my shore....
les dejo con este poema medio sonso y un link viejo que rescaté de por ahi
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