april 4th, 2004 / 10:26 p.m.

every song sings your name, gregory. twenty four and you've left us with these holes in our hearts wondering why. too much of life left to live and no chance to say goodbye, we never thought we'd see this day. not so soon. i can't stop thinking about the times we'd drive in your car, listening to bad religion and the ramones. did you know you made me a lot of who i am? and now you're gone and i have no way to thank you for everything you never knew you did. twenty fucking four years old and now you're fucking dead. leaving behind two brothers two sisters and a mom and dad that are burying their middle son. and your friends..never forget your friends, we'll never forget you.

gregory kurtz - r.i.p. gone but never, never forgotten.

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