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The take off my bloody shod and I scream out in agony as I watch my own fragmentized ligaments hang on by mere threads. I watch the blood drip as I drift off into my own little world. Police stand everywhere and all I can do is wonder what went wrong. In distant voices, oh so very distant, I hear my friends and family speaking. I can hardly make out the words, but I did make out the last few. “Damnit, It’s just another drunk driver.” And “she’s to young for this.” And then, before I know it, I am gone.