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"The truth is you could slit my throat, And with my one last gasping breath, I'd apologize, for bleeding on your shirt. ~Taking Back Sunday"

Remember when; getting high meant swinging on the playground?

your worst enemies were your siblings?

the only drug you knew was cough syrup?

race issues were about who ran the fastest?

the only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike?

your mum was your hero?

you said wasted and were talking about time?

. . . And good-byes were only until tomorrow?

Remember when; the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties?

the only things that could be broken were your toys?

protection meant wearing a helmet?

the only things that hurt you were skinned knees?

drama was a type of play?

wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut?

war was only a card game?

. . . And we couldn't wait to grow up?

--Author unknown

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