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My dad's an alcoholic, so naturally, I've always been afraid of him drinking and driving. Sources say that ever 53 minutes, someone die from a drunk driving accident. My dad could easily have been one.
The death of waiting, a vice grip on my chest denies me the option to breathe, my wrists bound in cuffs of limitation, feet stuck in frustration, mind set on fascination but body tied,
I am possessed. I am possessed by a power beyond my control. I am possessed by a power beyond my control and understanding.