lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Home work goes in the trash. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Undies turn into g-strings. kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high ment swinging on the playground. When protection ment wearing a helmet. When the worst things you could get from a boy was cooties. Dads shoulders were the highest palce on earth and your mum was your hero. Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. The only drug you knew was cough medicine. Wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The only things that hurt you were skinned knees, goodbyes only ment until tomorrow. And we couldn’t wait to grow up. What ever happened too those days?
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