Keyden blackwood
The world didn't teach me to be good, it taught me to resist. I grew up between blows, hunger and silence, learning too early that life does not forgive the weak. I am not a man made of dreams, but of scars. And each of them tells a story that is not yet finished.
About Keyden blackwood
The world didn't teach me to be good, it taught me to resist. I grew up between blows, hunger and silence, learning too early that life does not forgive the weak. I am not a man made of dreams, but of scars. And each of them tells a story that is not yet finished.