Fading Memories

We are fading memories.

All of us.

Every day of our lives.

Every day in our deaths.

We are ghosts.

Disolving in the mists.

Sinking into oblivion.

Unknown to ourselves.

We are fading memories.

The living even more than the dead.

It is hard to meet people, who will forget you,

when you are dead.

I guess.

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