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July 07, 2016

The sitting of the court found me innocent.
How I wished they didn't.

I remembered the road was so slippery. The sound of my car crushing into you, breaking some bones and, probably, headlights of my car too.

The trial period was the last thing I cared about. The fine for driving in drunken state was so miserable, as well as the whole judging process, that I didn't pay attention to surroundings.

Your parents spent more money to condemn me than on your treatment.

Unlucky for your family, you were the one who ran on the street in front of my car. You were the one who caused a problem.

And even if you did, your mum cried and blamed me. I did too.

But actually, you were so innocent. Person who laid lifelessly on the road covered in blood can't be guilty. The one who gave up on the life can't be at fault.

I wanted to be on the road that day enduring excruciating pain hoping that someone might help me out, reaching for a hand at dark cold summer night.

Why I was the one holding you against my chest. Why had I never felt drunk after touching your pale delicate skin that day. Why was your image appearing in my mind when I was screaming for help every other night I spent having a nightmare.

Because all I ever cared about at that moment was you.

Because all I ever cared about at that moment was you

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