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A Friday night. A slippery street. A man, intoxicated. Sitting in the driver's seat. A family. A man and his wife. A young child. Worthy of life. A young adolescent. A night with a loved one. Never thought for a moment It might be the last one. A poor decision. A light turned red. A delayed reaction. Head-on collision. A first responder. A face, bleach white. A shirt stained red They've lost their fight. A stretcher in an ambulance. A paramedic on the call. A dreaded flat line. They've tried and lost them all. A police officer On the phone, against the wall. "Hello, this is the police. I'm really sorry I have to make this call." A funeral for a family Every casket closed. Everyone is asking why. They never got to say goodbye. A female kneeling at the grave looking down with bloodshot eyes "I love you and I want you back, I hope you hear me from the sky" That poor decision was a choice You said it wasn't worth catching a ride And you can't ever take it back now These are families torn apart and dead inside
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
vehicular homicide
A Friday night. A slippery street. A man, intoxicated. Sitting in the driver's seat. A family. A man and his wife. A young child. Worthy of life. A young adolescent. A night with a loved one. Never thought for a moment It might be the last one. A poor decision. A light turned red. A delayed reaction. Head-on collision. A first responder. A face, bleach white. A shirt stained red They've lost their fight. A stretcher in an ambulance. A paramedic on the call. A dreaded flat line. They've tried and lost them all. A police officer On the phone, against the wall. "Hello, this is the police. I'm really sorry I have to make this call." A funeral for a family Every casket closed. Everyone is asking why. They never got to say goodbye. A female kneeling at the grave looking down with bloodshot eyes "I love you and I want you back, I hope you hear me from the sky" That poor decision was a choice You said it wasn't worth catching a ride And you can't ever take it back now These are families torn apart and dead inside
#drunk#driving#intoxication#death#mourning#loved#ones#sadness#grieving#depression
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painandbrokendreams
25/M/Detroit
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
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