There are three hundred
and sixty-five days in a year,
each one a challenge
not to shed a tear
when you can’t see
a future that is bright
only new battles that
you have left to fight.
More years have passed
than will be ahead,
the countdown is on to
the day you’ll be dead.
What happens in between
may not have been written.
but it will be too late for
the sins already committed.
What time you have left
will serve as repentance
until that day you
are finally sentenced.

Very relatable.
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