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Part IV · Memory

Memento Mori

i took a walk through the park & saw the bustling in life. i walked the sidewalk for hours & contemplated every single thing i have done & will do. if i walked home. i wondered if my memories would replay like moments in another part of my life. i thought of my mother & father. worried what they might think. if they would be proud or ashamed when i finally stood up to myself. & i saw a rose. a beetle lying in its petals. beautiful. covered in thorns. grief. abundant at the seams. & in the rose i saw the inevitability of life, so i remembered i have to die.

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