Life's a Gift, But Our Lives Are Borrowed

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Life’s a gift

But our lives are borrowed

The return may be today, in a month, or tomorrow

 

Death is not a punishment

Nor is it an escape route

Yet it is something we all dread thinking about

 

We don’t know when our time will come

But until then,

We shall live our lives to the nearest ten

 

We should not be scared

We should not be worried

Because one day, we will look back and our lives will be blurry

 

Don’t think about it

Don’t talk about it

Don’t mourn about it

Just go out that door and live.

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