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I dont really xanga anymore...
remember when getting high meant swinging at the playground, the worst thing you could get from the opposite sex was cooties, dad was your hero and mom was the girl you were gonna marry, your worst enemies were your teachers or your siblings, race issues was who ran the fastest, war was a card game, the only drugs you knew was cough medicine and a girl that wore a skirt didn't have to be a slut; the only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike, the only thing that hurt was skinned knees and the only things that can get broken were your toys. life was simple and care free, but what i remember the most was wanting to grow up... |
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