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Mom...
I did what you said
I kept my promise
I didn’t get behind the wheel
Jessa said she was sober
She was wrong
If only I could have known, Mom
Kiss Jake for me
Tell Dad I love him
Send Grandma and Grandpa my medals
It will be ok, Mom
I did what was right
I just wanted to go home
I only had one drink
And I didn’t drive
But Jessa did
And now I’m laying here all broken up inside
I’m cold, Mom
I think my head is bleeding
I hear amublances all around me
I feel glass cutting into me
I’m lying lymp on the cold black street
Bright lights are getting dimmer
I’m really trying to hold on, Mom
I just don’t think I can
I’m broken, Mom
I love you
It will be ok
I know that you are my Angel
I know that I am yours
I know that I’m your best friend
Mom, I’ll never graduate
I’ll never have kids
I’ll never get to be an author
Mom, I’ll never get to live my life
Like I should have
You’ve done your best
I have, too
But you can’t keep me from this
I’ll never hurt again
I didn’t drink and drive
But Jessa did
And now my life is ending
And I hear someone screaming
And I think you are holding my hand
And I feel my limp body being lifted into a strecher
I wish you could hear me
I wish I could tell you that I love you
Don’t worry
I’ll be your Angel, Mom
I’ll get you through this
Each breath I take my ribs ache, my head spins
I’m really trying, Mom
It’s gone
I’m gone
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