Kakuryo

People say they will remember you, that you will live on in their hearts. You won't. Slowly, a bit too fast for one's liking, you are forgotten. bit by bit people only see you as one thing You turn into just a memory; maybe as "the person who was too greedy", "the failure" or even as "someone great". When you die and all these things disappear, they make their own world. Everyone who exists in the world you see before you are a representation of an aspect of the same person. And so, I implore you. Fight.