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May 2013
Blindly, I run down the street,
running toward a crowd of screams and panicked voices,
running toward an overturned car.

As I grew closer,
the voices faded,
the only noise was my quickening heartbeat

My heart contracted
and I became numb,
as I stared in horror

My hands trembled as they clutched my hair.
Slowly, falling to my knees,
gapping at the scene before me,

All I could do was cry.
Not sure if I like this or not.
Drew Vincent
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Drew Vincent  23/Gender Fluid/Florida
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