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May 2019
Driving at 8
Rain pounding angainst the windshield
The wipers are off
Faster and faster
Pressing the gas pedal till it reachers the floor
Pills aren’t working I’m not even tired
The bridge is just over the hill
****, roads closed
Flooded
**** it
Breaking through the closed signs
Sharp curve
Crushing metal
Pain
Blackness
Emptiness
Peace
Cristina
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Cristina  17/F/United States
(17/F/United States)   
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