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Dead Man's Curve Death fascinates the mind No one is truly sure What happens When you take that final breath surrounded by the ones you love or alone in your sleep or just alone Heaven above greeted by a chorus of angels and fluffy white clouds? or Nothing? Why does anyone take risks? Leaving with a bang Trying to leave a mark on this world. Dead Man's Curve is drawing clsoer. Rain thunders upon my windshield. Making the road Slick and dangerous. Why am I doing this? To laugh about later? With my dark shaded leather jacket wearing Friends? Or Do I want to die? Use death like a fire escape From a life I never wanted.
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