death is frightful,
not because we cease to live, but because our spirit, our names, and our legencies cease to linger - a few generations down the road, when all the people that youve ever known reunite with you in their graves, there would be no one left to remember you, to think of you and to validate your existence.
every trace of you would evaporate and be carried away by the gentle breeze, and it would seem as if you have never landed at all.
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