Car Crash

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Dancing to Backstreet Boys,
I drive.
It may have been cloudy with
A dewy morning scent.
It may have been warm
With a perfect sunrise.

Fear screams as I do
When I see the brute
Confusedly approach,
Way too close.
My mind turn into an icy tundra
But my hands know
To run.

I’m scared.
I’m angry.
I’m hit.





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