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Dear mom,
Tonight I went to a party, and I followed your advice.
About how drinking and driving was naughty, and definitely unwise.
So I opted for soda instead mom, because I knew that you were right.

Tonight I felt amazing, because I followed your advice. 
Maybe my friends planned on getting hammered, but I decided to think twice.
I followed your words of wisdom mom, and couldn't help but feel accomplished.
Because even if my friends were drinking, my morals wouldn't be demolished.

Tonight I decided to leave mom, as quickly as I could.
To make it back before midnight, just like you said I should.
Other people left too mom, but didn't listen like I did.

Everything was fine mom, until that driver came about.
Swerving and sliding, and hitting me like I was nothing more than a cloud.
The shattering sound of glass was distant, but I knew that we had crashed.
All because another driver decided it was okay to drive smashed.

I'm halfway through the windshield, the smell of blood is potent.
There are voices all around, mom, but I just can't seem to focus.
My life just flashed before me, a whirlwind of scenes and thoughts.

But the biggest thing I can think of now is how the driver knew 'x' marked the spot.
I hear the officers talking, they don't try to be quiet at all.
They say what a pity it is, because I'm the one who will take the fall.

I don't understand mom, exactly where I failed?
I listened, obeyed, yet here I am; halfway through and impaled.

They're saying he was drunk mom, too drunk to understand.
And maybe when he wakes up, he'll become a different man.

They're saying I probably won't make it. That my chances are very slight.
My eyes are growing heavy mom, I'm going to lose this fight.

I just can't comprehend it mom, why do I have to pay?
He's the one who drank and drove and decided to irrationally behave.

My eyes are starting to close, and the world is turning grey.
But before I go mom, there are some things I need to say:

First off mom, you were right, about driving while impaired.
All rational thoughts go out the window, all lives impacted by despair.

I love you more than anything, and I'm sorry this is how it ends.
Tell them all my story mom, make them think again.
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