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When life flashes before your eyes, what do you see? |
| They say your life flashes before your eyes, when you are, about to die. Looking back, I'm not sure, what I will see, when the moment, comes to be. Will I see all my triumphs that caused me to fly? Will I see all my struggles that now feel like beating drums? Will I see, with blinding sight, all the little, things I deemed, too small to right? Will I see, and try to fight, all the painful, things I seemed, to cause in hindsight? So many things, I might see. Is this life, what I really want it to be? |