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Jul 2020
eventually, you will die
and all will be forgotten.

though your children will remember you
your grandkids will remember your name
but along the lines, you will be forgotten.

nothing, my dear, is immortal
the age of heroes is no more
for what we are now
that is all we will be.
Written by
ramoska
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