H O M O E V O L U T I O N
and those ways they look and talk
they just move along as if they were perfect,
but perfection means nothing when
your face is stuck in the toilet,
after your mouth was on a stranger boy's dick,
and when you wake up unsure of where you are or how you got there.
keep sipping on that alcohol, girl ---
you'll have it made. outside, the sun shining, underneath a willow tree,
that concrete slab will say, "here rests the perfect college girl *cheers*"
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