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People ask what I want for Christmas, and I try to tell them the cliché. Makeup.. Gift Cards.. Shoes... Something materialistic... I want a boy, but not just any boy. My heart aches for this boy.. I want my combat boots back... I want my solider, I can't ask for him... I can't have him whenever I want. I have to wait... and the wait kills... I told him I would wait and I would... Waiting waiting waiting...
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
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People ask what I want for Christmas, and I try to tell them the cliché. Makeup.. Gift Cards.. Shoes... Something materialistic... I want a boy, but not just any boy. My heart aches for this boy.. I want my combat boots back... I want my solider, I can't ask for him... I can't have him whenever I want. I have to wait... and the wait kills... I told him I would wait and I would... Waiting waiting waiting...
mafia-princess
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
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