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One Life


Beat. Beat. Beat. 

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe

Life, signs of life 

Everyone has one chance, one life, one opportunity

Live freely, love passionately 

Before time passes on

And Death greets you too early

One

One chance

One life

One last breath

Live life like you are living it out in place of someone you love

Freedom? What’s that?

Choices? Too many. 

Life? It can wait.

Happiness? Tomorrow. 

Is it too late? Yes. 

Yes. Yes. Yes. 

Life does not commit to the rules of second chances

Mess up, and that’s it

Do what you want to do

Don’t hold back

The next second is always too late

One life

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