REMEMBER WHEN
getting high meant swinging at the playground.
the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties.
your worst enemies were your siblings.
mom was the prettiest girl you knew.
dad was the coolest guy ever.
race issues were who ran the fastest.
war was a cardgame.
the only drugs you knew were cough medicine
wearing skirts meant you were a princess, not a slut.
the only thing that hurt was skinned knees and papercuts.
the only things that could get broken were your toys.
life was simple & carefree but all we wanted to do was grow up
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hearts are something not to play with
hearts are not a toy
but if you want yours broken
then give it to a boy
