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gorimbaud:

baby, my golden one,
every year on your birthday i take a moment trying to figure out what to say, even though you will never read my words. and every time i realize how much you have helped me through. years ago in my insomnia-ridden pain your songs on modern times were the only thing that made me able to fall asleep. this spring the only proof i wasn’t so all alone with my pain was you singing on blood on the tracks your broken heart out, broken like mine was and still is. together through life, my darling. don’t you ever dare to die because i couldn’t live in a world where you don’t exist.
happy birthday. i hope you smile today. it’s great to see you smile.
i love you.