Well what do ya know, it's been 50 days. I've been daydreaming about us in a house recently. Even if we can't move to Japan, somewhere in the suburbs would still be good. I've lived in the suburbs for all my life obviously so...I wouldn't mind. Being alone with you would just be the perfect thing. That's all I want. It's all I need. It doesn't matter where we go to me. I just need you. I've been thinking about princess time too...I've gotten itchy about giving my love the royal treatment she deserves...I hope you feel good next time you get in the shower too...hehe...being able to feel your lips...to run my fingers through your hair, and to touch your body all over and feel your warmth makes me excited...
I'm sorry if you don't feel good even if things get same-y or something. We've made it fifty days. It means we can make fifty more if that's what it takes to get us to be able to talk again. Please keep pushing on as much as you can, my love.
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Born Into A Coffin
Non-FictionA prisoner details his experiences in jail while he waits to be put on death row or get bailed out.
