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This is a poem about a boy who was killed in a car crash. |
| I close my eyes and see you I think back to the good times before the wreck that took your life but, my thoughts drift back to that day frantic phone calls a million text messages word travels fast in the small town you called home I think back to the last time I saw you playing basketball you were so happy now it brings tears to my eyes and my thoughts drift to everyone crying at your funeral but what I want to remember hurts so much |