I tell myself it was a deer. It was a deer. I truly believe that. … Most days. But whenever September rolls around, and I ride past the flowers and the small cross, I can’t help but wonder if it really was a deer… Either way, I can’t do anything about. It was just a deer.
If this is real and not some artistic creative writing, you didn’t pull over and investigate to see what you hit with your car and there are flowers and a small cross around the site of the crash?
I tell myself it was a deer. It was a deer. I truly believe that. … Most days. But whenever September rolls around, and I ride past the flowers and the small cross, I can’t help but wonder if it really was a deer… Either way, I can’t do anything about. It was just a deer.
Just a deer.
this is why i always have sex with the lights on.
New meaning to the phrase “deer in headlights”
If this is real and not some artistic creative writing, you didn’t pull over and investigate to see what you hit with your car and there are flowers and a small cross around the site of the crash?
I love your username
Waaaake me up, when september ends