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Crash


Buckle up we are going on a road trip, Hold up let me text my mother real quick. Okay let me pull out of the driveway, I wonder what’s happening on Instagram today. Both directions is the only safe way to look, Damn I think I got a message on Facebook. There goes the reminder on my calendar, Shit that’s right I had to make something for her. Oh fuck! I didn’t see him walking there, Now I see a grown man flying through the air. It’s my fault I only looked down for second, But thank god he’s still alive, What a blessing. Looking down I see the seat is covered in blood, What have I done? My emotions pour out in a flood. I’m dying at the hands of my recklessness, Please heed my warning, I hope you remember this.
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life.&nbsp;</p>

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