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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