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November 3, Saturday

He's in my mind. All the fucking time. I know I can't have him. But he's like a drug to me he smells so sweet. He's a total treat. He so kind. To someone like me. But I know he will never be mine. Oh he's so divine. How I wish he would be mine. But it won't happen so I might as well die.

{Frost}

[When you realize you sound like a fucking stalker.]

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