The Memory. It’s eternally.
And it’s fear.
Recollect about the past:
And you are happy.
Recollect about the past:
And you are drag.
Can you love your memory?
Don’t you know?
I understand you.
We are harvesters of sorrow, aren’t we?
The Memory.
The Memory always.
The Memory for you.
And the Memory for me.
We are too stupid for love the Memory, aren’t we?
12.02.1998
The Memory
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