She: I can't live without music. When I think of music, I think of you. So, how will I live without you?
Him: I'll try to leave the door cracked when I leave.
Funny, the conversations we have, even in dreams.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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