Her life was more than just a lucid dream
A lost soul, who was lacking direction
Skin crawling with death, she managed a scream
Who was this in the rearview reflection?
Falling apart, one dark thought at a time
She hated herself, she just wanted to die
Shame and guilt, over this horrific crime
“I’M NOT A KILLER!” she wanted to cry
She shouldn’t have drove intoxicated
A family was dead because of her
Her heart beat hard, her thoughts were weighted
Her once fun life, was now a huge blur
Grief overcame her, with what she had done
She learned her lesson, although it just begun.
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Ashley Reed
Metal. Marvel. Native. Ironmom.
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