I constantly feel that,
there's something left undone.
there's a sin not confessed.
there's a person I didn't thank.
there's a person I didn't love.
there's a story left unwritten.
there are words left unsaid.
there's a death left to die.
there's a life left unsaved.
but I constantly feel as well that,
too much is done.
too many sins.
too many thanked.
too many loved.
too many stories.
too many words.
too many deaths.
too many lives.
so I constantly say to myself:
,
there's something left undone.
there's a sin not confessed.
there's a person I didn't thank.
there's a person I didn't love.
there's a story left unwritten.
there are words left unsaid.
there's a death left to die.
there's a life left unsaved.
but I constantly feel as well that,
too much is done.
too many sins.
too many thanked.
too many loved.
too many stories.
too many words.
too many deaths.
too many lives.
so I constantly say to myself:
,
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