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5h
One day,
we’ll taste our favorite meal—
not knowing it's the last.

One day,
we’ll speak a word—
and never speak again.

One day,
we’ll laugh with friends—
unaware it’s the final time.

One day,
we’ll take a breath—
and not exhale.
Just lost my close friend 1 week ago and she d#ed because of heart @ttack so we never know when we will left this world and close ones.
Written by
Shambhavi  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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