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Kurt was my first teenage heartbreak when he passed. It really effected me. More than losing my aunt, more than losing my pets. I was devastated. Mostly because my pre-teen brain falsely bonded my identity with his. In my daydreams, I was him. In my deepest wishes, it was I who could have written that song or belted out that riff. It was me who was screaming out in pain over the speakers. There was a time where in my mind, I was him. And then I was dead. Separating those realities was really difficult for me.
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