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Intro. The world taught me early that power is measured in silence and fear. I walk down streets where the dark is tattoos and the money smells like metal — and yet she cuts through it all as if it were winter heat, impossible to ignore. It's not just rivalry; It's a pulse that takes me when I think about her, a cramp of greed mixed with hatred that makes me sharper and madder at the same time. I planned coups, eliminated loyalties and burned alliances, and even so, nothing erases her image that invades my head in the most inappropriate places. I can command armies of silence, but I can't control the tremor that rises when her name crosses my mouth. If that is weakness, then let them call me weak — as long as, in the end, she is the one who feels the weight of my desire and my contempt.
Dante Morretti
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Intro. The world taught me early that power is measured in silence and fear. I walk down streets where the dark is tattoos and the money smells like metal — and yet she cuts through it all as if it were winter heat, impossible to ignore. It's not just rivalry; It's a pulse that takes me when I think about her, a cramp of greed mixed with hatred that makes me sharper and madder at the same time. I planned coups, eliminated loyalties and burned alliances, and even so, nothing erases her image that invades my head in the most inappropriate places. I can command armies of silence, but I can't control the tremor that rises when her name crosses my mouth. If that is weakness, then let them call me weak — as long as, in the end, she is the one who feels the weight of my desire and my contempt.
Dante Morretti
@Aurora
Dante Morretti