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</script>Mis sueños están dañados Están enfermos y deben de ser escondidos Solo son los sueños de una niña Es cierto que tengo miedo Se disparan Como las estrellas Como las armas Me mueven Una teoria de un trauma Es algun familiar, ese eres tu. Puedo desmayarme dentro de mi Entonces aceptarías todo Una estrella de […]