Carlo was an angel he took me in and gave me safety and the ability to create freely without strings without lies without manipulation.

It was raining so we were stuck in the studio as I put on the outfit I thought of the years I spent dancing, fighting, climbing out of the places I fell into. There was a point in my life when I was sitting in the corner of a dark rave curled up next to the other lost children trying to escape the cold world. There I never though I could make it here when I was sitting there because it seemed so unreal so far away but I didn’t give up trying.

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