He didn’t give her a rose
He gave her a note instead
The note was scrawled in haste
And forever remained unread
She died that day in an accident
The driver was drunk and high
He got himself into a state
When his dream girl didn’t reply
He didn’t see the car
Until he climbed from the wreck
And found the girl he yearned for
With a twisted, broken neck.
maria writing 
This is very powerful! Do you mind if I ask what the inspiration for the piece was?
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Thank you! Something that happened to a friend 😦
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That’s so sad! I always think life can be one of the strongest but saddest ways to get inspiration for work.
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