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Feb 2015
And I'll hope that the time space continuum gets smaller,
That the names on the map lose all meaning,
and the distance becomes just an obligation.

And you'll come to surpass
the person you left here with me.
For Wes
Michaela
Written by
Michaela  25/F/California
(25/F/California)   
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   --- and Isabelle Perla
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