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Your best friends become your worst enemy.
Your girl friend becomes a b***h.
Lollipops turn into cigarettes.
The innocent ones turn into sluts.
Home work goes in the trash.
Mobile phones are being used in class.
Detention becomes suspension.
Soda becomes vodka.
Kisses turn into sex.
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?
When protection meant wearing a helmet?
When the worst things you could get from girls were cooties?
Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero?
Your worst enemies were your siblings,
ace issues were about who ran the fastest.
War was only a card game, the only drug you knew was cough medicine.
The only things that hurt you were skinned knees and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
And we couldn't wait to grow up! –The Truth hurts