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now days

When I was growing up moms, and dads would fight for their babies

now a days a mom or dad would **** their babies, or they would

find some way to get rid of their babies ~no matter what it takes

to do so.

When I was growing up a friend was a friend. Friends stood by each others

side. A friend would never turn on you. now days friends fight and turn

on each other.

When I was growing up a man and a woman that got married, stayed

together~ no matter what happened. they didn't fight. they would work

things out, But now a days a man and a woman are married, don't

stay together long~ they fight and can't get along for anything.

when I was growing up, you could cry, and tell how you feel ~ you

could hurt. Now days if you cry & tell how you feel or if you hurt,

people will make fun of you .

see things were better when I was growing up, But things now bays

are so bad, I don't know about you , But I wish that I could go back

to when I was growing up, and not be here for these days

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