Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 15:49:34 -0700
Subject: Contribution

kurt cobain was the only voice that my generation had. too many people are afraid to open their mouths and speak up. to voice their rights or opinions. when i found out that he was gone, i felt my hopes and ambissions begin to fade away. without someone like him for encouragement, it was like there was nothing to look forward to. the lyrics that flowed from his soul soothed the aches that life caused me. now all that i have left are pictures and lyrics that he sang while his own pain slowly drained him of his yearning for life. drained him until he made the choice to atcept satan's invitation and go to the burning pits of hell. but i cannot look down upon anyone who has made the decision to do what he did because my wrists bear the scars of countless teary-eyed nights with a razor blade and a suicide note. when i heard of his "departure" i thought how could i get through life if someone that was as much as a voice for the generation couldn't? even though i never actually met him, i know that he's always there. when i slice my wrists and watch the blood drain out i wonder if he regrets his decision. and i decide that he does. that he wishes he could still be here to speak for the millions of broken souls in this society. and i stop the bleeding. even though kurt has left us here on this burning hell of a planet, he still lives in the hearts of those who feel his pain and wish for destruction. kurt cobain shall never truely die.

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