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Today happened the last page of a book that one day I started reading with enthusiasm, where total strangers, creating a circle of friendship, as fictitious and false, in some cases, like that Judas kiss given to the King, Al Looking back, I realize everything that happened, I see clear as beings with souls and dark black, sweep before it, all good conscience of people who believe, as we did one day, that act of goodwill. but I wonder, how did you create with blind faith, lies and slander, spitting and forked tongues, full of so much venom, which makes obvious its fab lations,? How adult they are drawn, for vain things and become insulting to those who neither know, just to keep up so much vileness? . Perhaps even maturity that provide the years, we can get out of a circle that engulfs us and leads us to lose our principles , let's lead by individuals, making clear their envy, for material things, in the midst of talks coherent escr Iben his tirades, stuffing dolls, emetics, as well as their souls, subjects day after day, took down their phones, making believe they were friends, how great is their any mention of that word with such contempt Entities nothing I can not even suggest you're better than them as a human being trying to stoop to their ground, which is not much more than anything lying on the suelo.Leviatanes hidden in, who betray their forked tongues, that without a large vocabulary, can only censure, from the mockery of the physical, and I wonder mirrors will be cleaned in some "home" or simply not used? Some people still do not know, that had no hair on men has long ceased to be a blemish. But what can you expect from him, who envy your life, Kishi was away from your friends with tricks and lies? sincerely ... anything, just have to let the water run as you did not drink. So today I close the book of the dead hours, lost in try to understand those others, which appear to the smell of blood, like beasts, eager to be the biggest mouth piece, those desperately seeking a place in the highest peak on the scale of evil, ignorant that iniquity, cut the strings without remorse, to see them fall, I'll not soften its failure, no, I will. Today close the book, to feel free and find me, without anger, without pain, without losing what is not possessed, can not ensure s there remains, never were, more, even existed. Now close the book of slander and mock, but I close serene and happy, very happy, knowing that at that tome of my life, I met people today who are my friends, who have always been there, quietly, just bringing a shoulder to lay my head and give me calmness, clean white souls, who crossed my destiny, with the sole intention of my way cotton o. Today I close the book to see the sun and take delight with the stars, to enjoy those little things that make it great my existence. Now close the book forever, I will not even remember, that's how evil dies, relegated in perpetuity. Now close the book and spread my wings to feel the fresh air, my cheeks red, m hile my soul fly free. I close today and the book of the dead hours s. ........... FIN . 
Today happened the last page of a book that one day I started reading with enthusiasm, where total strangers, creating a circle of friendship, as fictitious and false, in some cases, like that Judas kiss given to the King, Al Looking back, I realize everything that happened, I see clear as beings with souls and dark black, sweep before it, all good conscience of people who believe, as we did one day, that act of goodwill. but I wonder, how did you create with blind faith, lies and slander, spitting and forked tongues, full of so much venom, which makes obvious its fab lations,? How adult they are drawn, for vain things and become insulting to those who neither know, just to keep up so much vileness? . Perhaps even maturity that provide the years, we can get out of a circle that engulfs us and leads us to lose our principles , let's lead by individuals, making clear their envy, for material things, in the midst of talks coherent escr Iben his tirades, stuffing dolls, emetics, as well as their souls, subjects day after day, took down their phones, making believe they were friends, how great is their any mention of that word with such contempt Entities nothing I can not even suggest you're better than them as a human being trying to stoop to their ground, which is not much more than anything lying on the suelo.Leviatanes hidden in, who betray their forked tongues, that without a large vocabulary, can only censure, from the mockery of the physical, and I wonder mirrors will be cleaned in some "home" or simply not used? Some people still do not know, that had no hair on men has long ceased to be a blemish. But what can you expect from him, who envy your life, Kishi was away from your friends with tricks and lies? sincerely ... anything, just have to let the water run as you did not drink. So today I close the book of the dead hours, lost in try to understand those others, which appear to the smell of blood, like beasts, eager to be the biggest mouth piece, those desperately seeking a place in the highest peak on the scale of evil, ignorant that iniquity, cut the strings without remorse, to see them fall, I'll not soften its failure, no, I will. Today close the book, to feel free and find me, without anger, without pain, without losing what is not possessed, can not ensure s there remains, never were, more, even existed. Now close the book of slander and mock, but I close serene and happy, very happy, knowing that at that tome of my life, I met people today who are my friends, who have always been there, quietly, just bringing a shoulder to lay my head and give me calmness, clean white souls, who crossed my destiny, with the sole intention of my way cotton o. Today I close the book to see the sun and take delight with the stars, to enjoy those little things that make it great my existence. Now close the book forever, I will not even remember, that's how evil dies, relegated in perpetuity. Now close the book and spread my wings to feel the fresh air, my cheeks red, m hile my soul fly free. I close today and the book of the dead hours s. ........... FIN . 
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