Macromassa el viejo deseo

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They won't be able to convince me of anything!
What are you talking about!?
Nothing, it's what it seems!
The notion of my existence
and my human consistency
all that
enalts me.
But what has become of me?!
What did I get here?!
My brain
is cooked.
What are all those people saying!?
Why are they all there!?
Their world does not belong to me!
How to calm the old desire!?
that the number Thirteen does not exist.

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