Peer Pressure


She was young.
She was playing
on the floor,
eyes shining bright,
hair in pigtails,
dolls and bows
scattered across the floor.
She's older now.
She's passed out
on the floor,
the light is gone,
her hair is falling out,
beer bottles and pills
litter the ground.
Now, now she's "cool."

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