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My Last Day

January 18, 2013

By Anonymous, Cannock, United Kingdom

I lay in bed as I watched the clock.

I waited, before the minutes rolled into the early hours of the morning on the glowing dial in the darkness. I wondered what the day would bring, assuming I had the chance to live it.

What if tomorrow was my last day on this earth? Have I lived? Would I want to, in this world of war and of hatred and dispute? Would I be afraid of the End? Or would I be afraid of the opportunities missed?

If this were my last day on earth, would I wish that I’d told my parents how much I love them? That all the times I’d shut myself in my bedroom, typing to cyberspace, I really should have relished the opportunities with them? To gain knowledge from their experience and to laugh with their memories?

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