Not all of us get to to grow up for real and experience all that life has to offer. In just a second this life that you take for granted can be lost. I remember the few days we spent together last summer, you stayed at my house and we spoke a lot about love and loss. You were traveling the world and looking for your scandinavian rots. There was this special kind of energy around you and I was so sure that we would meet again somewhere, somehow. My thoughts are with you Steven, wherever you might be...
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