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Apr 2013
My best friend was worried about her grades last week.
That was, until her car collided with another.
Her seatbelt not used, she was flung from the driver's seat.
Blood everywhere, her mother now in despair.
Mourning faces at her wake, no words helping the fact.

My best friend was worried about her grades last week.
That was, until her car collided with another.
Had she not had her seatbelt on, she may have died.
Now with only a busted lip,
she can go back to stressing about her grades.
Christine
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