There is an idea of me; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
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pues yo en lo personal no entiendo NADA DE LO Q PUSISTE ASI Q ...LA TUYA!!!me gustabas mas como jicara:P
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