car wreck
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Five feet from the stop sign, scraped and shivering
From the streaks of air that buffeted
All the world but you.
You squatted on that plastic stool.
A Cadet in college takes another sipalong with his brothers so why would he quit?Sitting on a bean bag having the time of his lifehe'd drink away his problems and wouldn't think twice.
This dream,
it's haunting me
a horrible picture where you die.
For whatever reason
I can't shake it from my mind
flashbacks, leading to panic attacks
all because of that tragic night.
if you asked me to write down all my trivial thoughts i remember on a daily basis, there wouldn't be many.
maybe a melody of laughter with friends or
blurry faces brushing by in the hall or
