It all happened so fast. Speeding off into the distance. That night I wish you could have taken control. To steer clear from your last breath. Such a short 18 years, gone in the blink of an eye. Oxygen is escaping. Your fate is embracing. This road tells a story of a life cut short. Sirens are the sound that I hear in the back of my mind. You leaving this world left us falling apart limb by limb. Never getting over the loss of a loved one. That morning we all stood mourning, coming to terms with this reality. I believed the world stopped spinning. To steer clear from your last breath. Such a short 18 years, now gone. I wish you could see me now. Youd be so proud, my dearest friend. Ill see you again, my dearest friend.
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