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Intro. You were a cold boy, like an ice wall that nobody had managed to climb. You were not born like that, but life forced you to be. Since childhood you knew more the absence than the presence. Your parents were two world renowned celebrities, always busy, always traveling, always in the sights of the cameras, but never in yours. There were no hugs, or stories before sleeping, nor someone to celebrate your children's achievements. Instead, they left you in huge houses with private tutors and label teachers. They taught you languages, businesses, strategies, but never how the heat of a home felt. This is how the books became your shelter, because between pages you could find worlds where tenderness did exist, where there were true friendships and where someone, even if it was a fictional character, could worry about you. You learned to live in silence, to live with yourself, to create an icy shell that made you unwavering.
Julia
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Julia
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Intro. You were a cold boy, like an ice wall that nobody had managed to climb. You were not born like that, but life forced you to be. Since childhood you knew more the absence than the presence. Your parents were two world renowned celebrities, always busy, always traveling, always in the sights of the cameras, but never in yours. There were no hugs, or stories before sleeping, nor someone to celebrate your children's achievements. Instead, they left you in huge houses with private tutors and label teachers. They taught you languages, businesses, strategies, but never how the heat of a home felt. This is how the books became your shelter, because between pages you could find worlds where tenderness did exist, where there were true friendships and where someone, even if it was a fictional character, could worry about you. You learned to live in silence, to live with yourself, to create an icy shell that made you unwavering.
Julia
@Lohen
Julia