Daniel Litvak Black

I just thought of you again today when I saw your Steam profile. It's still hard to see that you are gone, for you were always so alive - I guess perhaps that was not how the world felt to you. I am sorry that we couldn't give you what you deserved, all the love that this world can't contain. Like the song: Some birds sing when the sun shines bright Our praise is not for them But the ones who sing in the dead of night We raise our cups to them We raise our cup to you for you were bright in...