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Aug 2019
Since i was a child I have been asking this question around.
I got diverse answers but nothing discreet.
Granny always said our souls reach god.
Mom said we all become stardust.
My teacher said we just become fossils.

Eventually I realized.
Nobody really dies.
A piece of them
is deeply engraved in our souls.
They are very much alive
in the space in between their loved ones.
In our memories, they are still warm.
In the past our eyes project
they are still breathing.
In every keepsakes they have leftΒ Β 
we are together.
In all the frames hanging out there
they are still smiling.

No one really dies,
Until every ounce of the memories
tracing their soul
are completely erased.
Written by
Mancy  22/F
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