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So…this girl is the most beautiful thing my wishful eyes have ever had the pleasure of being visually aquainted with by means of what I’d like to call: “only a stare”.
But she doesn’t even care about me enough to text me anymore.
I feel like forest gump in love with the hippie jennie when I think about how much fun she’s having, the fact that I’m joining the service, and the fact that she kinda smokes things that would make me cough a lot. 
I want to OWN this woman.
And by own, I mean pleasure sexually.
But I actually want to show her that not all people are useless when it comes to changing in a better way, and not for the worst.

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