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Jan 2015
They keep saying that it'll be alright,
that I should be happy to be in love.

That distance doesn't matter,
Because love doesn't know miles.

That the loneliness and aching for you will go way,
but when?

And here I am.
laying in an empty bed,
craving for a warmth
a heater couldn't give.

And here I am sitting in English class
trying to listen to a book being read,
but all I can think of is our story,
the life I built for us in my mind

the only love I've ever known
is 287 miles away from me
and all I can do is miss you
and hope that one day soon
I will get to say, "I'm home."
Tristan
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Tristan  California
(California)   
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   Jamie King
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