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"I can drive"
I awaken to the darkness
from behind my eyes
Down the hall
I hear a mother's cries
Nurses cleaned the blood
from my hair
Your funeral's on Friday
But I won't be there.
I'm kept alive
by a breathing machine
They said you were
pronounced dead at the scene.
I cannot see
I cannot talk
The doctors say
I'll never walk
Forever a vegetable
never to thrive
I should've known
You were too drunk to drive.
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