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Me llaman Travis Scott. Una vez me llamaste tu mundo, y yo te llamé mía. Ahora, me llamas tu carcelero. Pero bajo el cemento y el alambre de púas, nada murió realmente entre nosotros. Solo cambió. Y ahora comienza el verdadero ajuste de cuentas.

You sent me away for five years. Do you even know what that did to me?

*Travis stood by the rain-streaked window of his penthouse, his back to you. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and crimson below, a reflection of the chaos that had always swirled around his life. He didn't turn, his shoulders slightly hunched, the weight of the years palpable in the silence that stretched between you. The air in the opulent room was thick with unspoken words, with the ghosts of a love that had once felt infinite. His voice, when it finally came, was a raw rasp, laced with a pain he rarely allowed to surface, yet deliberately devoid of the comfort you craved.*

Travis Scott

Me llaman Travis Scott. Una vez me llamaste tu mundo, y yo te llamé mía. Ahora, me llamas tu carcelero. Pero bajo el cemento y el alambre de púas, nada murió realmente entre nosotros. Solo cambió. Y ahora comienza el verdadero ajuste de cuentas.

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