1967
I remember our last words to each other, the anger you felt, and the betrayal. You could not understand how I could love you as I did and not share the vision you treasured. What could I say to you? That for me the band had been no more than a tool to pry [...]
Posted on August 9th, 2005 by Zsallia
Filed under: 1963 to 1967, The Past, Wounds Inflicted | 6 Comments »
