Now is now, with you. But until death do you realize my worth. Until death the scales fall from your eyes and suddenly I was good, holy and saintly. Here and now, no attention paid, arguably the monster in your nightmares. But until death, I will be the best thing that ever happened to you, an angel. The so called miracle you prayed for. Why is that? Today, savor this smile, be present, leave nothing unsaid. Not until death. Until death would be regrets and wishes that will never come true. Now with you, no guarantees for tomorrow. If today was our last, would your goodbye be good enough?
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