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yo no actúo, no concreto
nunca aprendí a hacerlo
no vivo, sólo existo
no llamo ni respondo.
mi casa no es mi casa,
ya no sé dónde habito,
mi alma nunca tuvo hogar.
espero, espero y espero
espero serlo todo
porque en el fondo
sé que no soy nada.
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