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Jugátela

¿Qué te pasa?
¿Quién te destruyó?
¿Que carajos fue lo que te pasó?

Para que te hayas vuelto así, niña,
Tan muerta en vida.

Ya has pasado mucho tiempo así,
¿Que no te cansas de meramente existir?

El tiempo no te va a esperar,
La vida va siempre a continuar
¿Y tú no te la piensas jugar?

¡Eres una cobarde!
Alguien que nunca arde.

La vida muy corta es,
Y tú te la pasas con miedo a enloquecer.

Atrévete. mil y un veces,
A dejar escapar
ese instinto animal.

¡Que ya es hora te digo!
Que te quites ese castigo.

Si de todos modos, no hay nada que perder
Ya déjate de esconder.

¿Que no entendiendes, niña?
Que es el sentir,
La sublime definición de vivir.

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