A good friend once told me we're are memories
Without them we equal nothing
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We [i]are[/i] memories, from birth until death, everyone we meet holds at least one memory of our lives. Even if we are still flesh and blood, technically we're memories as well. But one day, memories is all we'll be, for as long as someone remembers the person that was. I don't find anything wrong with this, honestly. That is merely the result of an impermanent existence.