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About me...

Ok, I didn't have time to make this page, so I put a really sad poem that I found on Internet. So, when I'll have the time for, I'll make my "Aboute me..." page. During this time... Read it :)

Death of an Innocent

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.

I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you're always right.

Now the party's ending, Mom, as everyone drives out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me, Mom, so responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,

The other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,

The other guy's drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who'll pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom...I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.

There's blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, Mom. The other's didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, Mom, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains, Mom. Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.

I'm laying here dying, Mom, and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I die, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone shouldv'e told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.

If they had only told him, Mom, I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom, I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one question, Mom, before I say goodbye.

I didn't drink and drive, Mom, so why am I the one to die?

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