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Nov 2011
Each time I climb into your car,
there is that same feeling of dread,
the same feeling that your hand
will be the one that extinguishes my flame.

You are not stupid,
but a show off,
you drive fast so we won't see
you are vulnerable outside your metal coffin.

I finally understand speed limits,
to stop maniacs like you from
killing everyone
in your vehicle

You are in control,
you say
until the day
you're not.

I would love you so much more,
if you would value your life,
slow down when you drive,
keep yourself alive

So they taught us,
a valuable lesson in school,
drinking and driving
destroys your car, your life, your friendships, your family. Everything.
L H R
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