Collisions
Wind blowing through your face as you press on the gas on your motorcycle. There is a person on the side yelling at you to race. You know it's not safe but the adrenaline keeps you from saying know. You say to yourself "oh it's fine nothing bad is going to happen. You stop to look at the person you’re going to race as he goes way ahead of you. You try to catch up and all you’re doing is focusing in how you’re going to go faster. Out of nowhere a car backs out of the drive way and next thing you know you’re in the hospital. When you wake up you come to realize you have no legs they weren't able to amputate them. All this happens because you made one poor decision to race that person. All you want to do is take back that moment that you made that one mistake but it is to late your legs are gone and you can never get them back.
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