Right

My phone is light as a feather

Absolutely prepped and feeling clever.

Clad in fashion, ready for any weather.

Hot girl summer is about to last forever

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My hot-shit ego is about to be born

ID so strong that it’s never going to be torn.

Insecurities locked and unimpeachable.

My future is bright and totally feasible.

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Options galore like a buffet to a horde,

only picking the finest, until I grow bored.

The vibez is what truly matters,

but I keep running into punks who “would rather”.

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Notifications are bombarding my attention

and ghosting isn’t relieving any tension.

Suddenly getting napalmed with unwanted nudes

from the deluded and the truly misconstrued.

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Sometimes I partake in their advances,

but I end up faking when they use their pathetic little branches.

I dream of meeting my knight in shining armor

but at this point I want to settle with someone calmer.

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I am often haunted by the messages of spiteful heirs,

disgustingly believing my body is rightfully theirs.

Utterly confused, wondering if I should quit,

but I’m told to manifest and just commit.

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Since I began, I haven’t been truly left alone.

I’ve done things my parents wouldn’t condone.

These dating apps are relentlessly bleak

And I really just want to endlessly sleep.