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Varun Gauba Oct 2014
To all of you who drink.
To anyone who will ever drive.
To anyone and everyone...
Why drink and drive?
Why ruin someone else's life?
Why risk it?
You haven't hit anyone yet?
Check your hood.
Oh, now you see the blood.
You just killed someone very important.
Maybe not to me, maybe not to you, but now, someone, somewhere, is crying for their lost person.
Good for you, you murderer.
She, he, him, or her.
If you had just called a taxi, or phoned up a friend...
There would be one life that didn't need to end.
This was written by an amazing friend of mine. I wanted to share her amazing work.
Varun Gauba Oct 2014
Am I to blow away into the wind
like the dust on the ground
Just an insignificant particle that no one cares about
None truly care about me
I wish I could leave and start anew
Alas it is to late

I am sad
I will never have the fame I wish
I will never be your best friend or closest of that matter
You claim you don't hate me but I believe that is a lie
Just tell me I matter
Just give me a sign

I hate reality
She is a cruel mistress

The wind blows in my face
The dust picks up
Another person who doesn't matter has left
never to be seen again.
So with that I say goodbye.
Varun Gauba Sep 2014
Blood is life
Blood helps us live
You may think its good
but I think its bad

Only mine can satisfy the best within
Sharp objects and cups
full and full I drink till drunk

Delicious
Delicious
Delicious
DELICIOUS

Blood satisfies me in more ways
only my blood works
I am the pure one
I am the chosen one

Scars and Cuts litter my body
I don't care
As long as I have my blood
I don't care.
Varun Gauba Sep 2014
I stare and wonder
yes we are friends but I wish for more
She is unlike anyone else

She puts a smile on my face
I can make her laugh
She is my type

My years left are numbered and I don't know what to do
Should I tell her?
Or should I just forget about it?

You are the only one I have ever had feelings for
I will never forget you
For as long as live.

— The End —