He and I collided, like two predestined stars—and in that brief exchange, I felt what it was like to be immortal.
and I keep smiling at strangers in hopes a new smile might outshine yours, but darling you keep tripping me up over the sidewalk cracks. and I keep falling for the memories of you, or what I thought could be you.
but the truth is you were never there, and you won’t ever see exactly how badly you’ve infected me.
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“When Kurt Cobain was alive he was known as the mysterious, quiet rocker. When he died he was known as a depressed drug addict. Kurt Cobain didn’t use drugs because the drugs used him. I don’t think anyone who knew him personally saw him the way the media portrayed him. Did the media ever mention that after a show was over he would sit in the tour bus and write back fan mail? He would try to answer at least thirty letters a night. In 1993, the media never reported the story of Kurt Cobain visiting a fan who wrote him [Kurt Cobain] a letter and asked him to come see her before she died of Cancer. They [the media] never forgot to remind everyone that he had demons though. Don’t listen to what you might have heard from the media. Kurt Cobain loved every single fan he had. He just couldn’t deal with being put on a pedestal that he was constantly afraid of falling off of.”