Live Again

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I lay on my deathbed

Breathing my last

As I see all my memories

Good and bad

All in a glance.

My life I believe,

Was not well lived

There was still room for more

But, still, here in my last days

I am filled with hope.

That in another life,

In another time,

We would Live Again



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Hi, everyone. This is very first poem that wrote when I was 13. This poem is to acknowledge the people who feel that no matter what they do, how much they work or focus or give their time, its never enough. And I just want to let those people do know, that you are doing brilliantly.

And its okay to leave some things unfinished. But always have hope that someday you could revisit it and complete the way you always intended to. 

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