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by Raven Jul 25, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I once knew a guy that liked to drink Before he got into his car he never stopped to think. After being at a party his friends told him to stay He wouldn't all they could do was pray. As he took off his friends were scared And hoped he knew that they really cared. Safely home it was not true His friends went looking for him because they knew. He wanted to teach his brother things he couldn't have read But now he can't because he's dead.
by stephalee
wow i really liked that poem that was really good