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Once there was a boy named John who lived in a small town. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew that he was in love with Sarah, the prettiest girl in town. He would often find himself lost in thought,

Sostengo la mano que me mantuvo cuando era niño esa mano arrugada y llena de callos que con sus suaves caricias me arrullaron Porque son benditas y hermosas Y siguen mostrándome el camino hacia la felicidad

Vivía aferrado a mis miedos y a mis incertidumbres temía que las corrientes de mis indecisiones me sumergieran a lo profundo y quedara allí para siempre sujeto a las cadenas del arrepentimiento Pero alzo

Image Source: Came from google image Life is not a bed of roses, but given the challenges speak upon to my path. On the cold breeze of sadness my tears spread upon my eyes holding my pain deep inside my

Prompt: VOLCANO. Source: Skeeze The glow of its fiery red was relentless, we couldn't help but run to save our lives. What started as a light and color show was now terror and death.Everything was covered