if today was the end.
tomorrow never came.
the breath escaping my chest slowed to a halt.
the steady rhythmic beat in my chest became sporadic and gently ceased.
if the thoughts twisting in my head gave way to silence.
if everything was finished.
what would be my story?
how would it be written?
does the legacy i create daily create a ripple?
have i done all that is needed?
would i really rest in peace?
there is still so much i have to say.
still a passion waiting to be stirred in my soul.
unfinished.
so a new life breaks forth.
here i go living today as if it were my last.
yet planning as if i will live forever.
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