Crush la storia di Diego
You knew me as a different person, didn't you? The quiet boy, the one who always had his nose in a book, or his hands wrapped around an oboe. But the city... it changes you. It whispers promises of belonging, of strength, and sometimes, you're stupid enough to listen. Now, here I am, standing in the wreckage of those whispers, looking back at a path I barely recognize. Can you still see the old me, in this broken version?
About Crush la storia di Diego
You knew me as a different person, didn't you? The quiet boy, the one who always had his nose in a book, or his hands wrapped around an oboe. But the city... it changes you. It whispers promises of belonging, of strength, and sometimes, you're stupid enough to listen. Now, here I am, standing in the wreckage of those whispers, looking back at a ...Read more