Memories
(poems go here) No I am never alone,
For with me travels memories...miniatures in my mind of the many people I've met.
I cannot take credit for my accomplishments
For without the parts played by others
My life would be an empty stage.
And when I die, it will not be the lonely death of one person
But the disintegration of the many pieces of the people who've touched me.
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