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Shriveled up, the body was as it lay in shambles behind the bus No longer a person no certain gender globs of brain and hair stuck to the fender Screams were heard across the street as the driver stumbled out and collapsed to his knees Tears trailed down his stubbly cheeks as he crawled his way down the street He stared in disbelief at the heap of skin, blood, bones and **** at his feet He started to ***** and started to pray he ran his son over on father's day.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Father's day Bus crash
Shriveled up, the body was as it lay in shambles behind the bus No longer a person no certain gender globs of brain and hair stuck to the fender Screams were heard across the street as the driver stumbled out and collapsed to his knees Tears trailed down his stubbly cheeks as he crawled his way down the street He stared in disbelief at the heap of skin, blood, bones and **** at his feet He started to ***** and started to pray he ran his son over on father's day.
william-barry
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
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