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I was in the winter of my life- and the “sve” I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with vision of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Two year down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I am a ‘stylist’ , not a popular one, who once has dreams of becoming something- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night