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"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"

I love every phrase and mention
that makes me rush to the door
That makes me remember
That bugs my true intention

Staying indoor within the comfort zone,
That was the failed attempt at living.
But in her old age she absorbed the day
And in my headaches, I wandered astray.

She had wheeled over with courage,
Realizing that every day was for living,
and yet I stared into the distance,
for I was merely breathing.

She was witnessing a masterpiece,
The Picasso that never left,
Until we traded seeing for flashes,
And deteriorated the masses.

Some would even wonder its meaning,
Wonder the worth of leaving the warmth,
Of moving, of standing up and perhaps,
Just maybe, of walking outside.

The beating heart was defeated,
It was beaten to no meaning,
It no longer felt because you,
You had stopped living.

A keystroke away,
Lay worlds to explore,
Fascinated we ventured
Like puppets, into its store.

The very day in which you gave in,
The day in which you were consumed,
Your thirst was devoured and suddenly,
You had lost the beat, you had admitted defeat.

Stop. Take a look at yourself and wonder.
Is it worth it? Is it of value?
Will you even remember
Or was it January and then September?

Quit forgetting,
You are just letting it be, but...
You weren't meant for breathing,
You were meant for living.

So live.

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