Your best friends become your enemies. Your boyfriend becomes a prick. Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Soda becomes vodka. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant sitting on your dads shoulders? 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 couldnt wait to grow up..
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