Since you're hanging on my wall I read at night, before bed, I hope to read you again just before lights out. Sometimes I also wake up and read. Simply turn his head slightly toward the hole and I can see. The truth is that you chose a good hole in my wall. Or one fatal, I have not very clear. The fact is that, whether good or not, there you see every day. It's like a reminder that is not the same not to die, than to live . As when they are part of a survival manual.
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