Time Passes On

May 13, 2010
By Anonymous

Me hurting. People say it's a joke, but it's not. You know that day we were sitting in the sand at the beach and you said goodbye. I was driving you home, we were on the freeway and this drunk hit us head on. Everything went black and all I could here was the faint sirens of police cars, and ambulances coming to help. When I was loaded into the back of an ambulance mumbled something and the first responder said," I'm sorry there was nothing we could do. Know I sit and wonder about what happened on that day and I grieve and wait for time to pass on.

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