Linkin Park: Strict Author Wrote Singer Chester Bennington

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Linkin Park
Dear Chester,

For Linkin Park, it’s a morning. Our author says he’s doing his job. A short trip to youth – and above all, to Chester Bennington.

Dear Chester,

It was the best that Leute von Deiner Nachfolgerin stopped. That’s not it, it won’t be that way anyway. Nein, die Zeilen sind für mich, an Dich. Denn Du Fehlst.

Genauer felt happy with the fruit, in my Deine Stimme zverlässig zurückbeamt. Damit is not alone. Jeder der 2.2 Billiarden Spotify-Klicks van “In the End” is a streamed broadcast. If you have one of the last Mailbox-Nachricht anhören lost Freundes. Ever and ever and ever wetter. Um, don’t forget who is at war. Who were there.

It’s the nostalgia of the millennials, when you look at life, the Linkin Park to the end of one of the many bands of the planets that can weld. It’s Symbiosis, Chester: You stop with our inner tensions, with the Vermächtnis.

My generation generation learns, that it is bad, that it no longer lasts, that life no longer understands, that is the nachwächst. Therefore 14 Millionen Menschen die Gallagher-Brüder nog once live want to see. If you are in a country in this time, in the goal that not everything is better, everything can undergo a war.

Linkin Park, the war as an audio format

This war is no longer a fact. I’m proud of myself with those teenage typical Narcissisms: I’ve lost weight, Chester – and fell heavier: You, that guy with the Flamment tattoos on the Unterarmen and the raufaserverkleideten Kehle, you’ve strengthened me. If Du von Wunden sang, die nicht heilen wollen, das das, als würdest Du mich in den Arm nehmen, wenn kein alles es tat.

With “Somewhere I Belong” of a Mediterranean way of thinking that began with the fahrten in the family history of the Fenster, where I was in, was a misunderstanding of the melancholy. “What I’ve Done” appears in the first Liebeskummer in the Dauerschleife. Linkin Park with the lead at the front, the war as audio format, kiss on the ears and balm for the sea.

If these wohlstandsverwöhnte Vorstadtkerlchen, who Sorgen kaum über de nächste Mathe-Klausur hinausreichten, set meine banalen Sorgen with Deinem seelenzerfressenden, am End tödlichen Kampf gleich. You wrote down the entire Schmerz, wrote it, pressed it onto Abermillionen CDs. It is only a matter of time before the air clears on the hiking trails on Zelle. With a unique melody, clear.

“Numb” became retro. Schlimmer: Es wurde partytaglich

If the first are really life questions, you can use another. If you are a child friend of Studium in another city, you know the themes first, then the contact is lost.

If I gave a boost during that time, then the bass player in the club is a member of the club, which causes an unknown surprise. You sang who of the Taubheit and Verlorensein, jetzt grölte ich aus Leichtigkeit statt aus Wut mit, the pale beer in the one, the other Hand by niedriger Decke, and of the Schweiß of the good Laune combined. “Extinct” war party tag. Ein Hilfeschrei zum Feiern. Nächster song: “Coco Jamboo”.

Years have passed. I don’t know what’s going on. Then you take over life. I’m sad. Not for you. Especially for me, eh my youth. Sounds pitiful, power is no longer true.

Dein Tod brought my Dir wieder näher. It is always the case that deine stimme wieder öfter. If it’s different, it’s a sepia schleier. Aber Vergessen became ich Dich nicht – and mich auch nicht.

Thank you, Chester.

– a fan.

PS: It turns out: In the end, it does matter.