Will I feel more than pain, will I cease to exist
Will my memories forsake me when the moment comes to pass, must my memories be forsaken to see the moment through
Do I follow to conclusion the natural path, do I rush to hasten the stroke of time’s impassive hand
Will I grieve for myself and what I might have been, will I rejoice in the unknown and what I might become
Will I melt into the embrace of a grander scheme, will I lose who I am to commune with oblivion
To love or to suicide
art: street photo 04 by Lee Jeffries
This is amazing
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I just noticed that I must’ve gotten distracted before I replied, so a belated thank you
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