Swerving left and right, switching from lane to lane,
I shouldn’t be here
Hard impact, banging my face against the steering wheel as shattered pieces of glass cut my face,
I shouldn’t be here
Airbags, dust, debris everywhere, I can’t see or breathe,
I shouldn’t be here
Gasping for breath, as I fall out of my car on my hands and knees, gravel spikes my hands and saliva is running down my chin,
I shouldn’t be here
I stand up and look around me, through all the wreckage and car parts scattered all around the street,
I AM still here
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
Swerving left and right, switching from lane to lane,
I shouldn’t be here
Hard impact, banging my face against the steering wheel as shattered pieces of glass cut my face,
I shouldn’t be here
Airbags, dust, debris everywhere, I can’t see or breathe,
I shouldn’t be here
Gasping for breath, as I fall out of my car on my hands and knees, gravel spikes my hands and saliva is running down my chin,
I shouldn’t be here
I stand up and look around me, through all the wreckage and car parts scattered all around the street,
I AM still here
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