Would he ever restore all the fallen debris?

I'm gonna tell you a tale.. a tale about a guy who lived far away, even further than the Carpathians, far beyond. Apparently important people -those who mattered- knew that he had no class, and yet, he would pretend he was a dignified man. The truth is that it all was some sort of peculiar make-believe which eventually ended up ruining the whole thing, and would surely lead to nowhere. He grew hopeless and wretched by the minute, for he knew he had wasted the only authentic chance to be truly understood. It was his choice to hasten. It was his choice to destroy all that he had build up.

His tiresome audacity shits all over the place, and it smells very very bad. O' my god, it fucking stinks
uuuuh quita quita, que güele mu' mal joer
tú lo que quieres es matarme
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