*edit: By the way, people, it's not a poem. =_=
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Life is a fragile thing. In a moment, it can be cut short, affecting all the other lives around it. When someone dies, it's almost as if the entire would has been jerked off its axis. Everything's crooked, and you can never look at the world the same way ever again.
Beep.
A life can bring meaning to the world. It can save lives, touch hearts, and change the future. But, as a life changes the world when it enters, it also changes the world when it leaves. Whether the change is good or bad is up to the people left behind. Will they be inspired to live on in the life's memory, or broken in sorrow beyond repair?
Beep.
Inspiration. Will you inspire people to continue in your memory when you die, or will they dance upon your grave with horrid smiles upon their delighted faces? Think about it. What will you leave behind? Is the thing you're doing right now, right at this moment, the last thing you ever want to do? If this was your last day, could you look back on it and be proud of yourself?
Beep.
Because life is short, because it has an ending, it is precious.
Beep.
No one can draw the look on a mother's face when her child is safely nestled in her arms after giving birth, and no one can draw the look on her face when her child leaves the world.
Beep.
Nothing. NOTHING is worth the price of a human life.
Beep.
And all it takes is one skip of heart-beat, and everything.....everything changes.
Be-ep.
Bee--
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Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee............

