Dear Dear Ass Diary,
You know how tired of I am of him? He is all I can think about now. His lips, their perfect red tint, and how his eyes glimmer, oh, it just hurts. I love him. I really do, but he hates me. I am simply weak-minded, and I can not do anything right. I want to feel his lips against mine, and I want to see his eyes gleam when he sees me. Not in excitement of course, but pure terror. I know what he smells like, I know what time he goes to sleep.I do not know the real color of his eyes, or where cries when he is scared, but I will. I love him, and I want him to myself.
Sincerly,
Marilyn
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