You remember that summer breeze flowing throught your hair? I do, distinctly. As i stood behind you, i smelt the shampoo ou used. You remember that love song I wrote for you? I do, barely. The chords seem familour, but the lyrics faded. You remember our first kiss? I do, not really. A turn of a bottle and chance pointing at you. You remember the day we met? I don't. . .

I'm a drummer in a start up punk band. " no one can hurt me without my permission" Gahndi
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