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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It felt so good, like we were movie stars You were with me, my friends, in my suped-up car Through the village street at such high-octane speed Tyres screech, car screams, girls see. Bump the kerb, skid through the bend We are men in a car, driving like this mission won't end Police give chase, blue lights flashing behind This is where the night changes from fun to wild Now forcing harder and sharper at corners and bends One mistake now and it all ends......... People gather near the pub Streetlights shine over the blood Car is dead, crashed into a wall Friends are dead, seat belts and all! Policeman is the last one I see Pain, blood, metal sticking out of me He winces when he sees the bloody mess Looks into my eyes with a sad grimace I hear the siren of the ambulance come I turn my head to see the paramedics run I turn back to see the policeman in the cold dark rain With tears in his eyes he asks me my name I smile and before I can speak it to him The sounds all around and my sight go really dim Then blackness as I hear my father cry and my mother scream My brothers are so sad, my kitten yowls on my bed in the night, he can't sleep. A photo of me when I was in the scouts A young smiling face with such promise and dreams Over a coffin with me in. My father still cries, my mother still screams.
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