Day 6:
I've not slept in days now.
I can't. I've finally made it into Donald Trump's house. I'm currently in his room watching him sleep not even a foot away from his face. He looks like sleeping beauty. I want to press my lips against his crusty dry ones.
I want to moisture them with my tongue. I fear for rejection so I won't be doing anything to him just yet. It's too early. I shall not ruin the plan I have for the future father of my 97 children.
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Donald Crave
RandomFifty shades of Donald. Trump is love, Trump is life. Read through a obsessed phyco Donald Trump fangirl's diary and find out how madly in love she really is. The feels. Get ready for a cringey ride.
