1. Flashback

Death might come anytime
It’s not death i fear

The idea of not existing

Is what makes me shiver

All my memories

and thoughts. 

Gone. 

(

The face of my mother

The first day of school 

The first kiss

Freedom

The company of friends 

The night sky

The books i read

The questions i had

The answers i had

Gone. 
Of this grand cosmos

in a tiny speck. 

I exist. 

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