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life


When something important happens to you in your life you could paint it like a picture Something you could never forget it will always be with you. Especially since it involved me and my sister, my cousin and my uncle to. There was some other people in that van but I don’t remember who I’m about to paint my story like a picture Chicago is where it all began I was just a little girl sitting up in that red big van. Not really thinking about life not really knowing when it’s going to end just thinking about all the cartoons on TV but can you blame me? It was winter time snowing with also wind blowing we all fell asleep in the car except the driver of course and when I opened my eyes I couldn’t feel my legs I was hanging from a seat belt car flipped over. Windows were broken windshields were cracked we had to get out through the back Then my mom called and ask “how you guys doing” mom mom I could’ve died We just into an accident and I could hear her cry Never driving with your uncle again It wasn’t his fault it was his friend driving that van L-I-F-E that spells life things happen unexpected not knowing why it happened or if it was right. here)
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geneevaf
this is a poem about life

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