How much random sex we used to have
Back when we hated our bodies
And drank until dawn.
Wild nights, clothes off,
10 km walks home
Because we weren’t
Super sure
Where we were.
Where we were going,
Where we wanted to be.
Jumping off a bridge was still a consideration back then.
We had to survive,
That was the rule.
If only as a cautionary tale, right?
But.
Butt,
Still,
Off a roofie or not,
We learned.
Two steps forward
And one step back
Is still progress.
As long as
And only if
You keep taking the next step.
Go ahead
and get down, baby,
You will get up again.
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