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Nov 2013
Hands on the steering wheel
normal day, normal life
I'm not smiling but I'm not crying either
normal, normal,
nothing out of place
then my hands tighten
as the car swerves to the side
I've lost control
On the open road
driving, driving, driving
SLAM
the car flips
Collision, collision
but what with?
Nothing out here on this road
just me, just driving
Now I am laying on the ground
blood pouring from my wounds
the burning wreckage to my right
and Death standing to my left
looking at me with hollow eyes
that were somehow piteous
You lost control he says
And I did, I did
The car's a mess
I can't go home now
So I take Death's outstretched hand
And we walk this road together
lonely road, lonely road
a straight road with nothing but dust and gravel
I lost control, I lost control
I guess this kind of represents how i've lost control of my life...
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
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