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May 2013
I'm came home for the winter and I saw your face;
It's not the same.
Miles away gave us pain.
I tried to stay, but you were okay.
At least that's what you told me.
Those days alone on the road hurt like hell.
But thinking about you now, with her...
I know what it means to be in such pain that your chest is tighten,the walls are closing in on me and I can't escape it.
I can't make my way to you like I promised.
-D.
I'm sorry for the distance I've made..
Danaca Terlaje
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Danaca Terlaje  California
(California)   
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   Andy Cave
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