
Today is the day.
What will the numbers say?
Do I pack my bag for a trip,
Or do I, once again, stay?
Plans were made—
Before he arrived.
Plans for living life,
Not just fighting for it.
If the numbers are good,
I’m going.
Because life is too short.
If the numbers are bad,
I’m staying put,
Gearing up,
And fighting for life.
So y’all—say a prayer,
Send a wish to the universe.
This girl needs to get out and live.
Because life is too short.
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