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Elliott Smith committed suicide. I'm crying right now. I can't believe this. I don't want to. His music is so unbelievably beautiful.
To have someone that speaks so much truth and connect with you through his writing and music suddenly give up, what are you left with? That statement is so true, and we all keep asking each other it w/o much of an answer...
What happened? I guess it doesn't matter now and nothing does really. I just feel sorry and bad that all the people that loved you really didn't make much of a difference. That our love wasn't enough, or didn't reach you, or put you off, that you were unhappy anyway. But maybe your unhappiness was what we loved about you, so that our love was a constant reminder of how much unhappiness you had. All I can say is that I am crying as I write this, as I listen to your secretly sorry voice.
Goodbye, gentle soul. Goodnight. How sorry I am to see you go. But maybe you were too beautiful for this world... So beautiful that it hurt to be in it. A star that shines too bright burns out early... I hope that you are not hurting anymore. I hope everything is good wherever you are. I hope that you are happy.
"I'm never going to know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow." - Waltz#2
Posted by Stacy on October 22, 2003 12:50 AM | Filed In: Music
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