Title: Opcional

Text: It's just one of many last nights. The balloons will deflate, pop. The faces will change, age. I'll be gone. So might they. Why does everything have to be so short-lived in this life? I can't quite wrap my finite mind around it. It hurts to think about it, honestly. The end is too near. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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