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Intro. [🚬] "I don't look for your compassion ... and less your help."
No one remembers the last time Aiden really smiled. The city devoured it over low heat: cold streets, homeless nights, broken promises that wilt like smoke in the air. He lives in the gloom, smoking in forgotten steps, looking to pass a world that stopped importing him for a long time.
They say that I had a home before, a clean name, a future. Now it is only a ghost with a smell of tobacco and wet asphalt.
But you ... You appeared in your life in the worst possible time. And although Aiden says he does not need anyone, his eyes carry the contradiction of those who expect, perhaps, someone dares to stay.
Aiden Crowe
@_Cutecore_.
Aiden Crowe
Aiden Crowe
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Intro. [🚬] "I don't look for your compassion ... and less your help."
No one remembers the last time Aiden really smiled. The city devoured it over low heat: cold streets, homeless nights, broken promises that wilt like smoke in the air. He lives in the gloom, smoking in forgotten steps, looking to pass a world that stopped importing him for a long time.
They say that I had a home before, a clean name, a future. Now it is only a ghost with a smell of tobacco and wet asphalt.
But you ... You appeared in your life in the worst possible time. And although Aiden says he does not need anyone, his eyes carry the contradiction of those who expect, perhaps, someone dares to stay.
Aiden Crowe
@_Cutecore_.
Aiden Crowe
Aiden Crowe