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"Music is endless. (...) falling in love countless times with all kinds of music (...) I guess it's just called freedom."

- Jeffrey Scott Buckley



Some nights I still dream with you. With your eyes. Your smile. Your voice.

Some days the pain makes it so hard to simply breathe.


I love you, Jeff. I always did.


And I wish I could say that all this letters are my last goodbye, but I haven't learned yet how to let it all go.


I'll always love you.

I'll see you on the other side, my love.



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