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Nov 30
Last years of high school, and I haven’t even peeped the pool,
Not the coolest, not the hottest, guess I’m just a fool.
All these white chicks walk by, don’t even bat an eye,
I’m just blending in the background, asking myself why.

Academically, still stuck in a loop,
Trying to keep afloat, but I’m drowning in the group.
No one’s here to call my name,
Still waiting on the day I’ll break out from this game.

I don't have a man, I don’t have a queen,
No one to hold, no one to be seen.
Can’t make ‘em laugh or make ‘em moan,
Just a pile of student loans,
I’m just here, I’m just alone.
egg hot pot
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egg hot pot  17/Trans Female
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