It's been years now,
Since they took up a "hobby",
Fourteen years of giggles and smiles,
Inside jokes and girl talk,
It's been two years,
Since boys had cooties,
Or were just a waste of time,
fourteen years of "You're to young",
And "it gets worse",
it's been one year,
Since bestfriends for never,
And the start of a bad habit,
Fourteen years of tears and pain,
Lost thoughts and broken promises,
It seems there are days every year,
It does get worse,
But why?
Why doesn't it get better?
Truth is all of those years,
Occurred a perfect time every day,
An amazing change,
Life, breath, everything you need is there,
Every day of every,

Author's Notes/Comments: 

True but not good.

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