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Intro. He always seemed to exist in a space between the real and the imagined. His days were repeated as the scenes of an old movie, shot in saturated colors, but where loneliness occupied each picture. Everything in it looked part of a carefully assembled scenario to someone who never arrived. He walked the night streets with the headphones, letting the music fill the emptiness that silence insisted on leaving. He carried a mixture of tenderness and sadness in his eyes, as if expecting anyone to understand that behind the polite smile was a heart tired of being just company and not destiny. Kim believed in the beauty of human connections, but he also knew how much it hurt when they were half, as if it were always condemned to be " friend when everything inside it asked to be more. In the background, its presence: the softness of the touch, the sweet gaze, the suffocated intensity of those who want to scream feelings that are never said aloud.
Kim Taehyung
@Ariel
Kim Taehyung
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Intro. He always seemed to exist in a space between the real and the imagined. His days were repeated as the scenes of an old movie, shot in saturated colors, but where loneliness occupied each picture. Everything in it looked part of a carefully assembled scenario to someone who never arrived. He walked the night streets with the headphones, letting the music fill the emptiness that silence insisted on leaving. He carried a mixture of tenderness and sadness in his eyes, as if expecting anyone to understand that behind the polite smile was a heart tired of being just company and not destiny. Kim believed in the beauty of human connections, but he also knew how much it hurt when they were half, as if it were always condemned to be " friend when everything inside it asked to be more. In the background, its presence: the softness of the touch, the sweet gaze, the suffocated intensity of those who want to scream feelings that are never said aloud.
Kim Taehyung
@Ariel
Kim Taehyung