The nuts and bolts of it. The answer to every question I've ever had about life and death. In love, it doesn't matter where you're at in life. Only your feelings at the end.
It matters, it matters to me. I am me!
A combination of experiences and feelings and who I chose to be,
in this world now only in memory. Feelings remaining, the me carried on to the next. The new beginning of the continuing me.
Kara Trece
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