Barrett: A Love Beyond Time
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[Pink Floyd] "I barely made it to 30 and I have not decided what to do with my life. Why my bedroom window, all right?
I do not care about anything anymore.
I do not care if you care about me, I do not care if people hate me, I do not care if my past persecutes me.
Everything passes.
Today I just want to remember the past. From the drawings. Like parties. Like music. The friends The good times and the 60's."
[Any resemblance with reality is purely coincidental. Sorry for my horrible grammar and editing, I was trying to make it really good.]
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