Cars are replaceable. Friends don't always stay friends. But I never thought I'd lose this. Even as I lay here, staring at the remains of my car and my friends, I hear the verdict:
"Hit by a drunk driver." I choke and let go of the one thing I thought I'd never lose: my life.
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2 comments:
i love it!
it was unexpected and gave me goose bumps =] hahah
very good!
dang that is really deep! its cool cause your using your own perspective even though you're dead. i love that!
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