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gotta ask yourself why if you've watched Montage of Heck
remember when he died? i sat in the garage and wept 1994, i knocked on my older brother's door he let me in and turned away, his eyes were puffing sore i watched as he gently took their posters down and said "But Joe, you love them" to which he scolded, "No, Nirvana's dead" he opened up his dresser, plucking out their T-shirts the bedroom's weighty pressure was the least depressing feature the walls were going bare as Joe rummaged through guitar picks couldnt help but reminisce a second there, like this was our fix he knew how to play Come As You Are, and we'd both try to sing a bond that'd eventually take us apart, our hopes would soon sink i shook myself out of this daydream, and took my brother's hand i felt him give it a squeeze, instead of getting my usual body slam and in that moment we stared at the floor, trying to make sense of it all that emptiness was so hard to ignore, an eery presence of sensitive walls |
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