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Oh, if she had one day.

One day left to live.

I wonder how she would make the most of it.

Would she continue with her daily routine?

Squeezing herself into those uncomfortable pair of skinny jeans,

covering her 'imperfections' until,

she has left none it seems.

Would she spend her last day following the same old routine?

I'm sure, she would not,

but what would she do?

If only I knew.

Would she stay with her family all day,

or maybe she would repent & pray.

She had forgotten about living like it was her last day,

so when the day came,

she had so many things she said she would do yesterday,

she never did them, so here she is today.

She always said tomorrow would be her day,

but she was saving all the adventures & joy,

for her last day,

but her last day came earlier than she had expected.

There she lied, affected.

She tried to do as much of the things she should have done earlier.

She went outside & ran,

she gave that homeless person a meal,

she donated the clothes she didn't use,

she didn't do everything she had wanted,

but she had a good run.

Life was fun.

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