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Daniel
Born: Caracas, Venezuela.
Location: Darmstadt, Germany.
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Sobre mi // About me // Über mich
I write, I talk and I love who I am... I play, I have fun, I judge and insutl. I read, I stop, I listen and go.
I deny to believe in our poisoned society, I deny to be a part of this sick game we play. I want to watch over us, learn our games, explore our sequences, play to the rhythm of your eyes, take our routes, open the boxes, I want to exist between you and me and give time to no one else... My hollow arrogance that blinds and binds me, further steps that lead to yet another empty bottle, again the words that this contain have bled the page and to who they bore, will keep the streak...
I’m hoping it shows how, even after this, my heart never actually decided to stop growing. We come and then we go; goodbye is not an uncommon word, that’s why our hopes tend to fall and flee awry. Because everything you thought you once had you lost, all those prayers from above, never answered quite enough and at the very end, the only one you have is you.
And if it all was a coincidence that brought you and I near and not fate... Well, if that's the case... Just let go.
Born: Caracas, Venezuela.
Location: Darmstadt, Germany.
Sobre mi // About me // Über mich
I write, I talk and I love who I am... I play, I have fun, I judge and insutl. I read, I stop, I listen and go.
I deny to believe in our poisoned society, I deny to be a part of this sick game we play. I want to watch over us, learn our games, explore our sequences, play to the rhythm of your eyes, take our routes, open the boxes, I want to exist between you and me and give time to no one else... My hollow arrogance that blinds and binds me, further steps that lead to yet another empty bottle, again the words that this contain have bled the page and to who they bore, will keep the streak...
I’m hoping it shows how, even after this, my heart never actually decided to stop growing. We come and then we go; goodbye is not an uncommon word, that’s why our hopes tend to fall and flee awry. Because everything you thought you once had you lost, all those prayers from above, never answered quite enough and at the very end, the only one you have is you.
And if it all was a coincidence that brought you and I near and not fate... Well, if that's the case... Just let go.
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