Who were you? You were

your own person, you had

your own feelings, and

your own ambitions.


And where did it get you?

You still died. Did you live

a happy life? Were you

satisfied with yourself;

did you have a happy family,

did you experience more

good than bad, did you

fulfil your dreams?


What would you feel now,

knowing that I am

standing here and

holding your brain in my hands?