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A loud crash, an abrupt stop. They fall down, they instantly drop. You grip the steering wheel and drop your phone. Now that person will never go home. They will never have another holiday, They will never live another day. You run to their side and pray, You wish this would just go away. They are gone, there are no more breaths You didn’t intend to cause their death. You checked that new message, And now you’re sitting in wreckage. Checking a text doesn’t seem like a big deal, But distracted driving leaves scars that never heal.