Often, when my eyes are closed, memories pop up in my head.
A person becomes a memoryless person.
Memories are like a mosaic that constitutes man. As long as I remember,
I am who I am.
I'm afraid of losing memories.
To forget is to die.
Time is alive and indifferent.
We are so small in relation to time.
And I get scared when I think about it.
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