reminisicing and regretting
When we were little.. war was only a card game, the only drug we knew was cough medicine, wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut, the only things that hurt were skinned knees, and goodbyes only meant til tomorrow.. and to think we couldn't wait to grow up..

Found this floating on the internet.
Don't quite know what this means to me, but it feels important, and I had to put it somewhere.
It's a testimony to a childhood that is now completely beyond our reach, that exists only in reminiscences and regrets.

2010-10-24
8:22 p.m.
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