As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand: O! that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek.
"Woah, you used to play Pokemon red in your backyard during the summer?" I asked, shocked by this revelation. She nodded to reconfirm what she had just told me. I felt butterfree in my stomach. "Same, tbh," I told her in a casual tone. I tried my best to prevent my voice from quivering. In that moment, I'll never forget it, I looked into her eyes and knew I had found the one
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Sorry bearguru, I can only be with girls who remember the 90s and life before 9/11
It's day 114. The sun is rising in the east, as it does every day. I haven't seen a dingle ebabe in sight. I'm starting to see mirages of sweet internet babes. I'm feeling woozy and famished. I worry this may be the end, Journal. I've undoubtedly become super thirsty. I'm not sure if I need water or women more. My judgment is poor, my heart in shambles. I hope I find land soon.
Yours,
Modsrthekfrrs
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Am I doing it right? I'm waiting for sweet babes to start queuing at my eprofile