Challenge
The trouble is, you think you have time. (Buddha)
Prose or poetry
the day’s end
i wasted it like any other day
it's nothing to be proud of
i'm not sure what i would have done
had i known
i don't know who i'd call
who to tell
what to do
spend all i have left
give it all away
and when that last minute arrives
will i be happy then
knowing,
there's nothing left of me
but my body
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