I never thought this would happen to me.Not to me.But why should I be surprised,When I lived each day as if my body were unbreakable—As if warnings were just whispers to ignore? I fed my cravings, not my health.I chose taste over tomorrow,Convenience over care.And now, I live with the weight of every choice. This… is my fault. There is no third chance, they say.But here I am, still praying for a miracle—Still hoping,Though my mind insists it’s too late. Lord, if You still hear the voice of a man who wasted his blessings,If there is still mercy left for someone like me,Please… give me one more chance. But if…