Love is Lonely

Time is Up

Time is Up
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How would we know when our time has come?
Will we know to say goodbye, to all our loved ones?
Are there any signs to see, or any breath to take?
Will we see our life before us, or see all our mistakes?
Do we do anything before, or know what we will say?
How we live our life, is different every day.
What will pull your plug, and choose your time to go.
It all depends on how you live and what parts of you show.