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I am many people, many things, many different lives, floating endlessly in the tide of life. I jumble around upon the webs and dance among the stars.

I laughed at the dead, for they suffer where I reign.

I am a candle.

I cut through the darkness when I am tall and young, and as the seasons change, I remain, daring to stand against the wind.

I am transparent promises.

In a world of darkness, of night with small fragile hopes, just like my darkness, I am forbidden and unknown. Through the distant gaps, I try to grasp what is left, of fallen memories, and the small remains of my best. And there they always remained, in the darkness, forbidden, broken transparent promises.

I am Death.

You fall into despair, the perfect deception of my invisible trap. I watch you struggle, and pray that you are not cut...yet. I devour your light, and then send you to my kingdom of the dead. I steal your life force and whisper poisons in your ears.

But most of all...I am memories.

Of a life forgotten, left behind.

Of your disease, where you can hear what I say, and no one else can.

Of the thoughts of eternal life.

I am the memories of many things.

I am the memories of Time.