Where Does It Go...?

The inevitable.

 

Lollipop's turn Into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into s***s. Soda becomes Vodka. Bikes become cars. Undies turn into g-strings. Remember when getting high, meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant, wearing a helmet? when the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Race issue's 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.
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 And we all couldn't wait to grow up.

 

Author's Note

Hmm..

Reviews

[Elanra]

Holy S**t Nicole....

What a hard punch in the face!! And I cant even begin to tell how right you are!!!
Very very good... very powerful and hurting.
And the last line... that alone is another kick to stomach when u r down... i sincerely applaud u for this.

EXCELLENT!