I am your memories. They are not me.
So it feels strange to be remembered by
These relics of my personality.
Although you mourn me, is it really me
You mourn, or thoughts of me that make you cry?
I am your memories. They are not me.
Ridiculous, such immortality!
To live like this, to hope they might not die,
These relics of my personality.
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