Wednesday, May 5, 2010

I want 2 go back 2 the time wen geting high meant on a swing.Wen drinkg meant juice.Wen luv was mums hug.Wen dads shoulder was the highest place on earth.Whn ur worst enemies wer ur siblings.Wen d nly thing tht culd hurt wer wounded knees&wen bye meant only til2mrow.Now v realize life has changd so much.

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