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Ice cream melts on my hand, My face is dripping as I get off the keg stand. I tug insecurely at my braids, the left thicker than the right. **** I've gained weight, my skirt is too tight! I shed a tear, I've stubbed my toe. I failed an exam five times in a row. I stayed up so late watching TV. "Her abs are killer!" I stare with envy. I can't find my new favorite pen. I lost mine. Can I hit off yours, my friend? My shoes don't twinkle anymore, What did I do to make them call me a -
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Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
Issues of youth and young adulthood.
Ice cream melts on my hand, My face is dripping as I get off the keg stand. I tug insecurely at my braids, the left thicker than the right. **** I've gained weight, my skirt is too tight! I shed a tear, I've stubbed my toe. I failed an exam five times in a row. I stayed up so late watching TV. "Her abs are killer!" I stare with envy. I can't find my new favorite pen. I lost mine. Can I hit off yours, my friend? My shoes don't twinkle anymore, What did I do to make them call me a -
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Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC
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