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Oh these miniscule little high school relationships! How can they ever be expected to grow? They are drowning in their flower beds, with tears of ignorance and immaturity, bent by the winds of drama! There are many of them, growing next to each other and intertwining! some will never feel the bright sun on their faces. Please, they are doomed from the start! How can they rise above? Oh fashion! “Bombshell”, whore, fag. Hands, eyes..... boobs, legs, butt, abs. Muscle. Be hard---- be smooth. Oh technology! Profile pictures, winky faces, drunk calls---- get tagged, be artsy, work the angles. Oh money! Nice cars, gym memberships, “proper” sneakers--- work hard? Flutter eyelashes, Don't sell yourself short. Wear makeup, but not like a hoe. Don't hold out, but when covering necessary ground abide by the undefined speed limit of physical distance. Be original, but God, don't be outrageous. Love your life, and make sure everyone knows it and is jealous of it. Have fun but don't get caught Don't let them hold you back or keep you down, just torture yourselves with all these relationships.