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Aug 2013
Here I am thousands of miles from home
And all I can think about is you
If only you knew

Watching the stars fly by at night
And the sun rise over the ocean in the morning
It's not the same all alone

I told myself I'd never love again
But choosing not to love is like choosing not to breathe
You have to let air in eventually

It all depends on how long you can hold your breath.
Dan Bolens
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