17,898 days
One—one life, oh, how many times have dangers and disasters tried to steal your singular chance? But you survive, because you believe your worth is here, a purpose that outlasts the storm.
Seven—seven days a week, tirelessly you work, yet I imagine you slipping away—finding a moment out of time for a well-earned escape.
Eight—eight marks the end of a workday, yet you push beyond, embracing the dawn....
Seven—seven days a week, tirelessly you work, yet I imagine you slipping away—finding a moment out of time for a well-earned escape.
Eight—eight marks the end of a workday, yet you push beyond, embracing the dawn....