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two words. "pretty boy." words can change everything. those words ain't that great to you, probably. I? those words mean the world to me. why? hah, those words changed everything really. those drunken words literally caused the world to turn around. well, i thank the alcohol for giving me, well, her. the way her drunken feet tripped and danced, and the lost look in her pupils, looking so confused, sadness distantly behind the alcohol, only i could feel. chapped, parted lips, pale and dark. was i at a party? oh hell no. i wouldn't be caught dead at a party with drunk teenagers, grinding bodies forcing you to dance and have sex. i was a virgin, and wasn't gonna lose it to a drunken whore. you don't know what you're doing when youre wasted, its all a blur, or like i watch way too many films, cant focus, i predict being drunk would be like that. ive never drank, nor ever will. or i think so. i don't know. okay stop. just fucking read.
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