Title: Opcional

Text: We hurt ourselves for fun. Force-feed our fear until our hearts go numb. Addicted to a lonely kind of love. What I wanna know. Is how we got this stressed out, paranoid. Everything is going dark. Nothing makes me sadder than my head. I'm running outta teardrops, let it hurt 'til it stops. I can't keep my grip, I'm slipping away from me. Oh, God, everything is so fucked, but I can't feel a thing. The emptiness is heavier than you think. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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