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Twisted metal,
chalk outlines -
drunk driving kills, it said...
“Please God“, I’d pray at night.
I hated alcohol for what it had done...
to all of us.
Pretty dreams never come true, it said...
A faceless stranger you may kill,
the people you are hurting,
and me...
I’ll miss you if you die.

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